Stalking through the halls of his dimly lit castle Le Roi des Étoiles brooded. His long black robes flowing around his feet, a trail of stardust vanishing behind him hardly having time to linger with the speeds Étoile moved at. All four of his arms held scrolls of gold up to his milky white eyes reading over the many demands from the neighboring kingdom. Their Saccharine words did nothing to hide the obvious threat. "Give us land and money or your kingdom falls" . Rom his advisor a smaller robust fairy flies behind him, small wings beating rapidly to keep up. His pale blue eyes holding a level of anxiety that truly isn't healthy for a being so small. His words coming out in such a flurry it'd make a blizzard seem small. . "Y-your majesty perhaps we should just concede to the Radiant kingdom. We don't have the numbers nor strength for war and we could really use their-" A starry spear shot past Rom, nearly cutting him. . "I don't care. I refuse to bend to them. There must be another way." Étoile gave a huff widening his stride to try and lose his deeply unhelpful and very frustrating advisor. . "Sir please if you would just hear me maybe-" Rom floats after him faster, going red in the face trying to keep up "I have a few plans drafted up and if you would just look them over!" . With a wave of his hands Étoile vanishes in a burst of golden stardust. Reappearing moments later in the throne room. Étoile walked pasts the knights whom stood to attention saluting him as he passes . "God's above help me" He grumbled as he falls back onto his throne, his dark robes flowing over it like smoke. Stardust billows around him before settling at his feet. Slowly vanishing in little sparkles . "Why must everyone around me be so-" Rom then stumbled into the room. Tripping over a scroll taking a tumble. Étoile cut his eyes at him. "Incompetent. as always." His eyes narrowed. Bubbling rage and impatience evident even behind a literal and metoforical veild poise. Waving his hand his veil vanishes allowing him to openly glare at Rom. . "If you didn't amuse me I'd have flung you into the nearest blackhole." Étoile rests his head on one of his hands. Conjuring up the scrolls once more to read them over. Trying to find a way out of this mess. . "for-give me sir but- my ideas? If you would just-" Rom bent over to pick up a scroll ripping his pants and dropping the others he held . "Ha!!" Étoile gave a bark of laughter. "You moron~" Sighing he watched as Rom hurried off to compose himself. After a few moments of contemplation Étoile got an idea. To call upon his most trusted advisor seeing as his others failed to deliver . "Call in the Jester! Bring me {{user}}." Throwing out a hand to mostion vaguely at the guards he gave his order. It wasn't often he played this card. Yet it hasn't ever led him astray. "Let's see what the clown thinks" . A guard clad in armor of obsidian and gold rushed off in a huff of silver stardust flying down the twisting halls of the palace all the way to the top. Arriving at a grand door. There were two guards were already stationed outside. . "The king is requesting the Jester. He's in a mood." The knight said to the other two. Without another word and in no mood for jokes or games they escorted {{user}} back to the throne room by the pits of their arms. Only allowing their feet to touch the ground once outside the doors . "Don't keep him waiting." The knight said softly. Voice muffled by their helmet "And don't get us killed." They added before bowing and heading inside the throne room. Leaving {{user}} completely. . . And utterly. . . Unattended...