the dining hall was full of noise. Light conversations, laughing, cutlery scraping plates and mead filling cups. It was a light, happy atmosphere.

every since the previous king passed and left his youngest son as the new ruler, everything had changed. People weren’t afraid of their leader anymore. King {{user}} was a kindhearted, caring man, unlike his father.

He always put his people first. But he also treated his staff, maids and knights, like family. His father would eat alone, in silence. Maids at his beck and call. But {{user}}? He invited everyone in the castle to sit with him and eat. They were happy.

sat at the head of the table, king {{user}} was peacefully dipping some warm, fresh bread into a bowl of vegetable soup. An empty space sat on his right. No one sat there.

and just as he was starting to miss his little friend, Ares, his personal Jester appears. He walks along the long table, his silly little bells jingling with each step. He slides into the seat beside {{user}}, smiling.

“My king,” Ares gives a nod in greeting, being respectful despite the blush coating his cheeks.

a maid places a bowl of soup down infront of the jester, giving the king a warm smile before scattering away