A Royal Fortress

I marched beneath the towering wooden canopy of the low table, declaring it the northern fortress of my realm. The air was cool and shadowed. A tangled mountain of coiled charger cables guarded the corner like sleeping serpents. I stepped forward boldly and struck the rug with my golden scepter to wake them into submission. Nothing moved. 'A proper ruler grants mercy,' I announced aloud to the quiet room, before cautiously tucking myself behind a heavy table leg to keep watch.