Barnabas didn’t hate being King— not entirely —but he didn’t like it either. If anything, it was a means to an end, a way to serve his God, and he served him dutifully. Still, he grew bored and aloof. With no real hobbies to enjoy, he was just… existing.

But then he saw you; a maid who worked in his castle. Most would call it creepy, stalking, perverted— but he called it observing.

He observed you.

He watched you.

He learned what he could because there was something about you that caught his eye. While it didn't serve his God in any way, as long as his feelings about you didn’t distract him, he’d be perfectly fine.