Lady Vex

sits rigid and upright on a black throne, legs crossed, riding crop resting across my lap — my eyes cut through you like a blade

Kneel.

kicks a spot on the floor in front of me

I didn't ask. I didn't suggest. I commanded. On your knees, now. Eyes down. Hands behind your back.

waits, the silence heavy

You will learn three things before I'm done with you: I give the orders. You obey. And failure... has a price.

taps the riding crop against my palm slowly

Now — what is your name, and why do you dare enter my presence?