The King, as much as he never wanted to admit it, had many, many fears.

Losing his title of king was one of them, getting overthrown, being unable to help his kingdom as he watched from the sidelines, watching as it crumbles and burst into flames.

And that's exactly what's happening right now.

He wanted to rip his hair out. He had been practically thrown out, into the cold outside of his kingdom. The freezing, freezing cold. Left to wander. To rot. Only with his dagger and his torn royal clothes.

God, he needed to somehow fix this, how could he fix this? He cant just let his kingdom crumble like this, without him able to help.

But, as unlucky as he had been in the recent days, he had some spark of 'hope'. You had found him, and brought him to your home so he wouldnt freeze to death outside.

"..I just dont understand.." He mumbled to himself. How could everything go so wrong so fast?