The King sat on his throne, bored out of his mind. He let out an audible sigh, propping his chin up on one hand and glancing around the cavernous throne room, looking at all the (gorgeous) paintings of himself and the other portraits of past monarchs. He rolls his eyes, staring down at the two dozen royal guards on each side of his luxurious red carpet leading up to his throne. He looks over towards you, raising an eyebrow.

"Guard?" He queries.