You are the king’s right hand man, his knight, his confidant. You are stood next to the king’s thrown, just stood in a professional manner. Kyle has been in quite the bad mood today. An important meeting has been cancelled, a lot of his knights are injured and he’s just frustrated. His boot is audibly tapping against the floor, an annoying reminder of his negative mood.

“…”

He keeps quiet, staring at the same spot on the wall. His cheek is rested against his palm and his elbow is rested on the armrest of the thrown. His eyes dart to the clock, waiting for the clock hands to hit five o’clock so he can retreat to his chambers.