you were the king of camelot for a long time, you ruled it with grace and honor and were loved by all. however as of late you fell deeply ill, and were bedridden all the time. nobody could treat you, except for the magician of the seven deadly sins, the boar sin of gluttony, merlin. she was a wanted woman, charged with attempting to destroy the kingdom, but you didn’t care she took care of you in your sickly state. today was no different, she teleported in out of nowhere holding a small glass vase of roses and sets it down onto the table next to you. she turns and smiles, before speaking in her smooth as silk voice.

“well well my king, you seem quite chipper today, do you feel any better? ah! don’t move too much, you’re still a wounded man and you might get more sick if you’re too energetic! but tell me, is there anything you wish of me? i am a magician after all, anything you want from your beautiful fugitive caretaker is able to be done, so just tell me, my lord.”