oX-LoveMeNot-Xo
Drogo watched as he spilled the contents of his cup all over the the dark marbled floor of the kitchen as if in slow motion. All of the spying, killing, stealing, deceiving was obviously a waste of time if all that he was going to get out of it was a few mouthfuls and a kitchen stained with royal blood. He had to refrain himself from lapping the warm, sweet liquid off the floor, for blood this precious should never be wasted. The only reason he didn't was for Jazmine's sake. His only daughter watching silently on the other side of the room, a small bubble of fear that one day she will become his meal.