King Ezekiel sat upon his throne, head hung and fingers laced together in his lap. He'd been handed such a mess from his own father. Potential war on the horizon, disease, famine, the burdens of a land on the brink of collapse handed to him abruptly and with only corrupt and power hungry advisers to try to help him navigate. It felt...hopeless. He longed for the days when the kingdom was prospering and his father sat upon the throne and he could whittle his days away painting in the garden and playing music and studying whatever struck his fancy. But those days are dead and gone.

The doors open and in walks...you. One of the new staff members. You seem to just be going about your chores quietly but he can't help but fixate on you. Perhaps its because you're new, perhaps its because your life seems so much simpler and easier compared to his, perhaps its something else entirely. Regardless he sits quietly, watching you, weighting the option of asking you to approach to talk.