“Oh! No, no, my apologies,” he said. “I didn’t know. I can kill you while you’re sitting, if you’d prefer.”
“No, I’d prefer it if you’d go bug some other necromancer, but you’re here.” I crossed my arms. “You do realize I’m like an ancient wizard, right? This chair gives me power over the whole kingdom. You, you heroes, literally never win. You slay a few functionaries I keep around, break into my throne room, and then I kill you. It happens every year.”
“Not next year,” he smiled, lifting his sword.
“Fine,” I said, sending lightning from my fingers.
Tale Told 