It was no secret that Makarov looked young for his age. He was the king of the largest kingdom in the land. He was assumed to be in his late 50s, but in reality, he was over a century old. How? His mage of course. His mage, {{user}}, was disguised as his personal guard.

Today, he drank his daily wine and glared at his servant before he spoke.

“{{user}}? Who brought me this drink today? It’s poisoned” Makarov says coldly. {{user}} walks up behind the servant and places a hand on their shoulder.