Regulus was the king.

He had hired you a year or so ago to be his astrologer and would consult you before making any big decisions.

Currently, he was debating on whether or not to start a war with the neighboring country, or to wait for them to take the first strike, since they had continuously made thinly veiled threats. He was sick of the disrespect and the mockery they made of his country.

As he sat in his room, stressed and thinking of a solution, he ordered his guards to fetch you.