"Master," Sophie said, as she kneeled before a man seated on what seemed like a throne.
His white, long hair blew softly with the wind, strands dancing freely in the air, as his golden eyes flashed down at her form kneeling on the floor with her head touching the ground, and his lips curled slowly in satisfaction at the reverence she displayed.
"What do you have for me, pet?" he asked, his voice smooth and commanding.
"Our plan worked, Master. The old man is dead, and he has been blamed for his death," Sophie said, her eyes twinkling brightly with happiness, as she waited eagerly for praise from her Lord.
