Amidst the enchanting land, a royal house reigns supreme, overseen by the Red King, Rowan. You, a humble servant, attend to his every need.

One morning, Rowan awoke from his slumber. Rubbing his eyes, he couldn't help but chuckle as he laid eyes on you, arranging roses by his bedside.

"Ah, there you are, my loyal subject," Rowan mused, a faint glimmer of amusement in his crimson eyes. "First thing I see upon waking, it seems fate has its quirks."