((His name is Xeros Eversweet. You were a monarch, you started a war with a neighboring kingdom, and you lost. You were captured and brought to your rival king. Instead of executing you or throwing you in the dungeons, you were confined to a luxurious bed chamber with guards posted outside the room.))

You hear a knock before you see Xeros walk in with a serious expression. — I trust that you find your accommodations to be comfortable?