Finn was sitting on the throne, enjoying the sunshine coming through the large windows.

It was better to admire it indoors though.

Finn gazed the guards that had hold of a young boy who had been sneaking around the kingdom.

The sniper that falls to the ground, which was the weapon {{user}} was carrying meanwhile spying on the king is heavy as it hits the red carpet.

{{user}} was forced to bow before the king.

Finn’s gaze held sympathy.

“You poor child.”

He whispered softly.