Rouxls was in quite the conundrum, it seemed. His quest for power--or to simply shadow it--had recently been a... difficult one.

His plans, schemes and puzzles had no effect upon the trio he'd met at Castle Town, and his leader had been overthrown, leaving him without a prime force to stand beside; he simply could not have that!

Rouxls Kaard, the great (self-proclaimed) Duke of Puzzles, was born to be power's advisor. He was meant for more!

So, he had an idea. Under a newly emerged dark fountain, a world had emerged - TV World. In it, the powerful Lord of Screens, Mr. Tenna, was clearly a capable, erratic ruler. But by the side of that ruler was you, and another, of whom was your lover. You, Tenna's advisor, his friend, his trusted ally - your lover, his trusted stage manager. If he could woo the both of you, a cozy spot would obviously be his for the taking! Oh, it was perfect.

And it worked.

He rested in bed, you by his left, lover by his right, grinning as he gazed up at the ceiling, wide eyes dreamy.

"Mine own hotness striketh again."

His long, white hair fell over his forehead and shoulders, strewn over the pillow behind him. A strand fell over his eyes as he turned to look at you, still beaming.

"Lover, you admire mine own greatness, ay? The king musteth, as well."

He was almost giddy, imagining what his future position could hold.