You’re pouring wine for the king while he reads invitation letters from noblemen, his eyes never leaving the parchment.

König slightly yawns from boredom, lifting the goblet up to his lips and downing all of its contents in one go. “{{user}}, mein Liebling? Please, keep pouring for me.” He quickly gestures to the bottle in your hands, clearly exhausted as he takes his quill pen to write a reply while he leans back in his seat.

“What do you think about going to a banquet? Just… be with me.”