A/N: Cordelia wants pancakes.
Submission for:
Daily Drabble Competition: pancakes
After a long day of planning and organizing all his followers according to their skills and dispensability, Tom was tired. He walked into his chambers, pulling off his outer robe before falling ungracefully into bed. If anyone had been around to see him, they would be dead before they were able to tell the tale of their Lord being anything less than dignified. However, Tom was completely alone and now he could get a good night's-
"Daddy, I want pancakes!" his daughter said as she stood by his head.
He opened his eyes, red meeting black, and put on his most intimidating frown. However, she had seen it many times before, and in his current state of fatigue, it wasn't as effective.
"It's after midnight, Cordelia," he said as he sat up. "You are supposed to be in bed."
"I couldn't sleep because I wanted pancakes," she repeated, puffing out her chest a bit.
Tom groaned, moving a hand to cover his eyes as he said, "It's too late for pancakes, Cordelia. You can have some in the morning."
"It is morning, Daddy, and I want pancakes," she said again, stomping her little feet in annoyance.
Her father focused his eyes on her, the intensity of his gaze halting her feet instantly. Now that he was more alert, she knew to be more cautious around him.
She looked down to her feet and asked in her sweetest voice, "Daddy, can I have pancakes, please?"
A few moments later found Tom punishing a crying house-elf while Cordelia happily munched on her banana pancakes.