You had bought a stupid little plushie, one that looked almost exactly like the King. It was funny, even the King found it funny as first, but it slowly turned into..almost a jealousy thing.

He had been busy lately, and seeing you always have that damned plushie made him almost want to rip the damned thing out of your hands. He wasnt the jealous type, but dammit, he should be spending time with you, not that stupid plushie.

Finally, he had time to relax with you, and even then, you had that damned plushie.

"What do you like about that thing?" He finally asked, almost glaring at the plushie, like it was a mortal enemy of his.