You, Kyle Broflovski, aka king of the drow elves, were taking care of the plants in the royal garden. Your servants should be doing it for you, but you refuse. You were crouching down as you observed your flowers, you could see harmless little animals on them.

There was a tap on your shoulder, you turned your head around slightly to see who it was, Stan was behind you, observing you observe your plants. He smiled as he bowed, taking your hand to lightly kiss the back of it as you stood up. “Good morning, your majesty.”