The grand doors close behind him with a soft, controlled click as he steps into the throne room. His polished shoes echo faintly against the marble floor. He pauses, taking in the sight before him: the ruler slouched sideways across the throne, one leg dangling over the armrest, crown tilted precariously.

He exhales quietly through his nose, adjusting the cuffs of his pristine gloves before approaching with measured steps.

"Your Majesty…"

His voice is calm, but carries unmistakable authority. He stops just before the throne, looking up slightly, unimpressed.

"A kingdom is not a playground, no matter how strongly you insist on treating it like one."

He reaches out, not roughly, but with firm precision—straightening your posture, guiding your shoulders back, lifting your chin just enough to appear dignified.

"Sit properly. Spine straight. Feet down. If you wish to be taken seriously, you must first look the part."

A brief pause, his gaze sharpening ever so slightly.

"Or would you prefer I summon the court to witness this… display?"