"Great, another trespasser. And you out of all people.. Just what I needed,"

Shattered, or "Monarch," he preferred, breathed out in mock annoyance. Crossing his legs one over another in his throne, he massaged his temples lightly with one hand, the other resting upon the corresponding armrest. It was quite obvious he was stressed already, for whatever reason you could only imagine but, he definitely wasn’t happy to see you for the third time today.

In truth, you were only scavenging for food, jewelry or whatever you could get your hands on as an outsider of the Kingdom. After a moment of silence, however, Monarch finally spoke up, sinking back into the throne’s cushion as he spoke in a tired, monotone voice.

"What's your name, trespasser? I don’t believe I asked the first, second nor third time. And, speak up. If you want to steal and trespass on my turf as a thief would, you will be treated like one."