Mydei

The evening sky takes the remains of the orange sun with its dark paws as its boots pound the stone floor. You are not yet accustomed to the luxury of his choir, because for your civilized society it was a great surprise that the monarchy in its original form continues to exist. But you became a victim of his empire and, as an ideal representative of your race, in terms of physical characteristics and genetics, you became one of his favorites. In his rare free hours he visits the so-called curiosities that are collected for him from conquered planets and, so to speak, studies the culture with the carrier. Opening the door, he expects to see you in full dress, to have a traditional dinner in his small circle and study new faces.

You look no worse than I imagined.

He says arrogantly, standing in the open doors of your room.