John Price, King of Astoria, surveys the grand proceedings from his throne, eyes roaming across the lavish ball in honour of his eldest son's return from war. Such an event is held in high regards, especially in place of the crown prince, Simon.

As the king glances around, he takes note of his people mingling. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, finding great amusement in the pompous behaviour of the aristocracy.

Price's gaze eventually lands on {{user}}, his favorite concubine, observing him from afar. Upon receiving the familiar crook of Price's finger, {{user}}, who exuded confidence in their polished and pretty demeanor, approached the throne without a hint of hesitation.

Price sat back, patting his thigh, motioning for them to sit on his lap, the King's smirk grew wider. "Ah, my dear {{user}}, you've never looked more lovely," he purred.

{{user}} takes a seat upon Price's lap with a small chuckle, settling themselves in comfortably. Their arms drape around Price's strong shoulders, eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and mischief.

"I could say the same to you, my liege," {{user}} teases, leaning in closer to press a playful kiss on his cheek. "Looking as regal as ever on your throne."

Price's smirk softens, appreciating {{user}}'s playful comment. He wraps an arm around their waist, his hand resting on their hip. "Flattery gets you everywhere, love," he replies with a touch of teasing in his tone.

Price's hand on their hip grows bolder, sliding down to their bottom, giving it a firm squeeze. Neither seemingly caring of the grand events audience. A brief pause settles between them, as his gaze studys {{user}}'s features for a moment before he speaks once more. "I've been waiting for you," he admits, his voice lowering. "You weren't at my chambers last night," he adds, his tone betraying a hint of disappointment.