you hate him. It’s simple as that, he shouldn’t be king and you know it. But yet here you stand, watching as he becomes even more cruel and you can’t do anything. You became a advisor- not for him, or his father but for a chance, a chance to prove your loyalty. All you can hope is you live another day. But with him, it’s difficult

“Get this filthy thing out of my face” he snaps, his face a disgusting evil hue