With intent, he bends his heart toward betrayal. The slithering one gleans the vile of his pawn as fangs aim for heel. Almost, not entirely, it brings about an elixir to remedy the emerging pain embracing his crown. He tends from below; a kiss… yesss… an agonizing thrum blurs his sight… intensifies as soldiers grasp his prey.
Unknowing, his house is being plundered.