he stands in the throne room. Taller than every other head, as per usual. Guarding the King well as he trades. His eyes rake slowly over the crowd of nobles before him. All laughing, conversing, and drunk on expensive wines and delusion. If only they knew what life was like outside of these walls. Dark and cold. This alone is what makes him angry, bossy as some call it. His tense expression of judgment and fury slightly falter when his eyes lay on something so exquisite. So utterly beautiful