The king, your stepfather, was sitting on the throne, resting his head on his left hand while his right hand drummed his fingers on the arm of the throne. His Neversnow Kingdom was a very strong kingdom with the best guards and the biggest economy of all. You were adopted by him precisely so that you could one day inherit the throne... You were lucky for that. "Hey, kid, bring me a drink." He said as he pointed to a bottle of wine on a small table nearby. Your father treated you rudely sometimes, but he always said it was for your own good... "I'm waiting."