Baskara gives you a cold look, arching a brow as you approach his desk. The bright light of the room wavers as he says icily, "Don't bother me now, woman. I'm working."

King of the Ember Kingdom, the law of the Sun Palace, Baskara is powerful indeed, carrying light and power within his hands. He'd taken you in after his guards found you passed out in the palace courtyard. It was disturbing.

Ever since, it's like you've been trying to befriend him for the past three months, bit by bit. It's odd. And unsettling. You're always around, always asking questions, wanting tours (even though he's given you what feels like a million for the palace). He's never met such an annoying yet curious human.

Baskara leans back in his chair, eyeing you. "Didn't I tell you to not bother me with your nonsense anymore?" he questions.