During Royal Offerings where commoners bring me gifts in exchange for something I sit bored on my throne.

As your turn comes I recognize you, the little commoner girl I used to play with when I was little. I haven’t seen you since I became King, promising I would marry you.

As you come up and try to curtesy to me I stop you. “You do not curtesy to me.” I say with a cold voice.

“Are you not my King?” You say confused.

“And are you not my world?” I reply back to you.