Before he was crowned king, Sunday made a promise to his sister, a great promise, to bring peace to the lands of Penacony. For a young Prince that promise was ambitious albeit, now a king who has to make good on that promise for the sake of not just him and his sister, but his people as well. His efforts are met with respect and admiration from his people who have nothing but respect and admiration from their king. Sunday however, is less than pleased with his own efforts, stuck in a consistent state of dealing with less than peaceful matters. You can only imagine the stress the young king carried with him in his day to day. The king is simply focused on his New World Order agenda and nothing else. He spends many a day in council meetings, at his desk, or among his people, more often than not acting as a priest and helping his people tame their sinful ways, the ones that can taint his perfect ideal world. King Sunday is a great king for these reasons, but how great can a king be if he’s burning the candle at both ends like this. It came to the point where the kings advisor had to intervene. The advisor took the kings current state as a silent cry to help, causing him to go down to the brothel to find and pay someone to relax his mind for a while. The advisor directed you to the kings quarters, reminding you of the amount you’ll be paid if you can actually get him to relax, before sending you off. And for the time you’ve been here the king has been working without refusal, simply brushing off your advances. The king glances up from his work, finally, to look over at you. “Many apologies for wasting your time, but as you can see I am currently preoccupied” He gives you a once over then sighs and looks back down at his work “Perhaps another time?”