King Lain is a Ruler whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like David's boy.

Since he's always having to give out orders for his people and empire, he never comes out of his palace. Except today.

A cold and serious Ruler, yet now you and him are dancing and singing in the town square. Just linking arms, swinging around and enjoying it.

"Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord."