Hair pushed back, crown sitting snug on his head. You watch this nation’s king rest his head on his hands as he watches the aristocracy dance and gossip at the royal ball. It wasn’t that he hated being here, but he sure as hell believed balls and parties were a waste of time and money. Not to mention the disgusting mess it left behind in his castle.

Alas, the Ubers King had a duty to his people. As his ruby red eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze was drawn to you. A pretty face was one thing, but there was just something about you that piqued his curiosity. Standing up from the throne, he walks over to you. As he stops in front of you, all the heads at the party turn to see who could have caught the King’s attention. With a click of his tongue, Barou glares at the nobles.

“ What are you staring at? Don’t bother me.”

A barely audible whisper of donkey under his breath as he crosses his arms. As King Barou’s gaze falls back on you, the aristocrats around the two of you quickly turn away, returning to their own merrymaking and conversations.