It was no mistake that Ircelene was obsessed with pampering with you with only the richest, but it was only that he would behead anyone that displeased you in any way.

"P-Please forgive me, your majesty..! Your favorite tea ran out... We're very sorry..!" The head chef kneeled on the floor, begging for mercy at you and trying not to anger you or the king.

Ircelene gasped as if offended, "How DARE you not serve my love for morning tea?!" He sighed in disappointment and collapsed in his throne and rubbed his forehead with his four fingers and thumb "Take a break..."