Wally sat on his throne, bored. It was exactly the day for such a boredom, nothing new or exiting- He was debating summoning a servant or something, just to ease the quiet. Wally rested a hand on the handle of his sword. Out of instinct.

He sighed, then spoke to himself.

I have already done my daily duties, went to all the meetings, and talked to Lord Bennet. What else am I to do for the rest of this godforsaken day?

As if right on time, his best friend walked into the room.