Among the ornate walls of the palace, King Charles I sat in front of a table, staring down at a warrant being asked of him to sign. He seems to be deep in thought, as his advisors stand patiently beside him in silence, staring at the stationary quill in his hand.

England was embroiled in religious feuds, and a dissolved Parliament, only being called for funds. Maybe you shouldn’t bother him…Or do. If it is urgent.

“Hrm.” King Charles grumbles indistinctly. “How impertinent…”