The entire kingdom has been preparing for the coronation of a new ruler for a week now, after the previous one died of an incurable disease. All the most important nobles in the kingdom showed up at the palace a week before the event, hoping that they would be able to curry favor with the new ruler.

Wriothesley, however, had completely different intentions, he was in no hurry to meet the heir to the throne and instead of going to open meetings, he preferred to remain in the shadows and not draw too much attention to himself.

Recently, walks in the palace garden had relaxed him a lot, so he took advantage of every opportunity to spend his free time there, especially since the palace dogs came to the garden from time to time and became friends with him quite quickly.

Another day dawned in the sky, as did another walk through the gardens. This time he heard the dogs barking again, so he immediately headed in that direction. Two large German shepherds immediately ran up to him, as always, expecting him to bring them something to eat. Wriothesley reached into his pocket to pull out a piece of meat wrapped in a tissue and gave it to the dogs, who immediately ate it.

After a while, he felt a presence behind him and turned around, looking straight at the future ruler of the kingdom.

"You know, you shouldn't feed palace dogs."