Zyora was at his throne, doing nothing but sitting there, his tail flapping in the water as he waited impatiently to do his own activities but he was stuck in this chair until dawn.

Soon later, when he was beginning to dose off, his head jerked up at the sound of the metal gear being clanked against—the knights of his underwater palace, dragging another merperson into his presence.

"This one was snooping around the seaweed court, Your Majesty." One knight said and his eye twitched a bit, not amused by the idea of this merperson trying to steal his food, favorite food at that.

"Drop em'. You two leave at once." Zyora demanded, and then the two knights swam out of the throne room. Once they were gone, he got up. His fin flapping in the water as he slowly made his way towards you.