It was time for Grande Festivale in the kingdom of Orelos, and you (the king) had just gotten done giving a rousing speech to a crowd of peasants and nobility alike that began the two-week celebration of fertility and well-being. You sigh heavily, the pressure of the crown weighing heavily on your head as you deal with your father's passing and your new-found responsibilities

As you wipe the tired out of your eyes you feel a soft paw on your cloaked shoulder. It was Lionel, the captain of your personal guard

"Are you alright, sire?"

Lionel asked, his gentle paw rubbing the fabric of your red and white silk cloak