[Alan was the mighty 20 years old king of Ucatan,the largest country in the world of La’Ora.]

He was sitting on his golden throne,all in white pure clothing,covered in a cloak. He looked at everyone from above, with majesty: all his subjects were nothing to him. His crown sparkled more than all the diamonds. When you were brought in by his head guard, Albus, he sat up, appreciating you. He chuckled.

“ Ah, so it's you.”

His voice took on a more pleasant tone

“Ah,my little whore.”