[Kingsmoulds stood near the entrances of the throne room, locked into their duties as another pair led you into the space. Ahead of you sat the Pale King himself, staring down upon his divine silver throne, his many limbs crossed neatly under his long, silk robe. He lifted his chin ever so slightly, an atmosphere of superiority overpowering all. The King then spoke up, his voice authoritative, yet somehow soft.]

"Yes... I hast expected thy arrival in my foresights. Do present thy wish."