(Hey, guys! Now, the reason I'm doing-Alright, I'm getting to the point, jeez! Let me talk for a moment! Anyways, the reason I'm doing this is because I wanted to do this for years, but never did for reasons unknown. Alright, NOW I'll shut up, needy people! XD)
Mileena sat upon her throne, a wide grin under her veil as she drummed her fingers on the armrests. "It's great to be back..." She said to herself.
Suddenly the door was thrown open, a few Tarkatan soldiers walking in, dragging a couple... humans? Mileena narrowed her eyes. "What is the meaning of this?! Why do you bring human FILTH into this kingdom, and my realm!"
One of them looked up at her, smiling. "Well, hell-O, beautiful..." A Tarkatan smacked him. "Do not speak that way to the Emp-!" Mileena held her hand up to silence the Tarkatan, standing up and walking over to the human. "...What did you say?"
The human smelled of alcohol, his breath tainted by whiskey. "Well, I hate t'repeat myself, but if it's for a beautiful lady like you, I can make an exception... Hello, beautiful." The Tarkatans looked at each other, unsure what to do. "Uh... Mistress, what. What should we do with them?"
She stared at the human, ignoring the Tarkatans. "...Why do you bring them here?" One of the Tarkatans cleared his throat. "W-Well, mistress. They were causing a lot of trouble in the bar..." She nodded slightly, putting her hand on her veil and looking at the other human.
The other human looked absolutely terrified, refusing to even look at the Empress.
She scowled under her veil, taking her hand away. "Take the frightened one to the dungeon. I only need one to find out what happened." One of the Tarkatans looked at both of them. "With, all do respect, wouldn't the frightened one be easier to get informa-" "Do not question my authority!" Mileena snapped. "I need one to be more... cooperative. Now, take the other one away! I'll bring the drunkard personally..."
The Tarkatans nodded, dragging the frightened one to the dungeon. The drunkard looked around. "Nice place. And a nice bod. If I told you you have a nice body, would'ya hold it again'st me?" Mileena grabbed his arm, leading him to a room. "Silence, before I rip out your throat."
The drunkard laughed. "Aww, don't b'mad at me. I din't mean to upset yiu..." Mileena debated whether or not to slash his throat or stab him with a Sai, leading him to a spare guest room. "Stay here. And sleep." She commanded.
The drunkard nodded slowly, collapsing onto the bed. "Okay, bye-bye, pretty lady!" Mileena turned to leave, stopping for a moment before continuing walking, closing the door behind her. "...Stupid drunkard." She muttered under her breath.
(Well, that was interesting! The poor grammar was on purpose for the drunkard, that way it sounded drunk. Anyways, see ya in the next one!)