A man walked into the throneroom, with a newspaper in his hand, holding it tightly. His heart was beating faster and faster each second, seeing his master sitting on his throne, holding a cup in his right hand. His statues stood next to him, and simply sat silent, alone with no one around to see him.
The servant slowly approached the man, who was wearing silver knight like armor, and a royal green cloak around him, his face hidden in the shadow of his cloak. His eyes went wide, and his heart was pounding in his chest, and fell onto his knees, trembling before him, and keeping his head down, presenting the man with a newspaper.
"S-Sire?" The man spoke.
The man flashed a glance to his servant, unamused by his presence. He handed the man the newspaper, shaking scared, and walked down, kneeling before him again. The man soon slowly got up, off of his throne, gazing at the newspaper and specifically, the headline.
"Fantastic Four save New York City from underground warlord!"
His eyes narrowed. He clenched his fist, pouring his rage into his hand, crumbling the newspaper in the process. He recognized their leader, Mr. Fantastic's face more than anyone. It was the face that always had haunted him. His eyes soon turned to the man, kneeling before him. Without uttering a word, he demanded him to leave. The servant did as he asked, no hesitation, simply walking out of his presence. He recognized all the names listed on the paper, making him even angrier.
The man soon walked to the balcony of his castle. He clenched both of his silver fists, pouring his rage into them. His eyes soon opened, gazing outside his castle into the beautiful city of Doomsdat, Latveria.
He drew a breath, beneath clenched teeth, uttering a word distastefully in anger.
When he spoke, his voice felt it was echoing through the entire nation of Latveria. His eyes narrowed, remembering the day Reed Richards took his face. The voice tinged in anger.
"Richards…"