~I'm drinking coffee on a trampoline~
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Or worse, killed.
And yet, that was the reality of the situation. His simple but cosy life with Luana came to a swift end when their cabin was stormed and the two dragged off to the nearby Asumor Kingdom; something the demon hadn't anticipated. Whilst he knew there was always a risk, the fact that Dominique was the ruler who managed to successfully oversee his and Luana's capture made everything worse. Having heard that the teenager was King was an occasion for mockery for Ambrosio. He didn't see the young man as a threat, casting him as too inexperience and too naive to run a kingdom, let alone successfully overseeing the capture of a witch as powerful as Luana.
Dealing with the consequences of his naivety wasn't easy for someone as prideful as Ambrosio to accept. He easily blamed herself for her death, and it didn't help when he had constant images playing in his head of her execution, having been cruelly forced to watch the one person he considered family burn to death in front of him. Death would have been a blessing, but it wasn't the plan for him. Instead, he was taken into the castle and forced into subservience, eventually given a title as the King's personal servant, though it was by no means a position offered out of kindness. Ambrosio was well aware that he had been granted the role just to emphasise the King's power, and to remind him just how far he had fallen; that he was no longer a powerful Familiar, but just some servant being punished for his inhumanity.
It wasn't fair, but nothing the humans believed was fair. He and Luana hadn't hurt anyone; they weren't invested in the world of dark magic. They had no malevolent intent, yet they were equally punished simply because they were magic. It made the fact Luana had cursed the young King all the more sweet, because he deserved everything that was coming to him. Until the inevitable, Ambrosio had to deal with life as one of the servants, forced to tend to Dominique and ultimately deal with the young King's treatment of him without too much of a backlash. The one thing that kept him going was the idea of watching the curse unfold, and it was that alone that prevented him from burning the place down - death was far too good for Dominique, after all.
That day started off like all others, with Ambrosio's day starting early and ending late, and filled with often relentless work that blistered his feet and hands painfully. That was nothing compared to the mental torture he faced at working for a man like Dominique and helping him perform even the most simplest of tasks, which was easily a living nightmare. Unfortunately, it was an avoidable one, and he had no chance to argue when he was awoken early in order to bring the King his usual breakfast, setting it down on his balcony and standing at the side of the bed whilst the young man stirred awake. It was always tempting to kill the man as he slept, a thought that hit every single morning, but one he always managed to fight back. Somehow.
"...Your breakfast's ready. I cut it all up for you, but I'm not sure I did a good job, so try not to choke. That would be dreadful," he murmured slowly, brushing his pink hair as all three of his eyes narrowed a little at his own sarcasm, fighting the urge to grin and show his pointed teeth. "I made it myself, I'm sure it'll be to your liking."