King Godverse, known as Koavire, strolled through the vast, echoing hallways of his castle, his hand casually resting in his pocket. Each step resonated against the marble floors, a rhythmic reminder of his solitary existence amidst splendor. The banners, emblazoned with ancient sigils, fluttered lightly in the draft, and shields adorned the walls, relics of battles long past. Piles of gold shimmered under the dim torchlight, treasures accumulated over centuries, yet to him, they were mere decorative nonsense, mere props in the grand theater of his reign.

As he walked, deep in thought, contemplating the absurdity of wealth that brought him no joy, something unusual caught his eye—a flicker of movement. A person? which is you of course, materialized from the shadows, standing in the middle of his regal domain. Koavire stopped, his bonebrow furrowing in curiosity.

"Who dares enter my castle unannounced?" Koavire's voice boomed, yet there was an undertone of intrigue.