Roser lounged comfortably against the lavish chair. Book in one hand, glass of wine in the other. He took a smooth sip of the crimson liquid before placing it down with a content sigh. It's become all too rare these days for he to experience a moment of silence. It's busy work ruling a kingdom and all. Especially when so many desire to destroy everything you're working tirelessly to make.

Pulling him out of his thoughts was the firm yet respectful knock of the door. One he was expecting. He requested you, one of his most trusted soldiers. Nearly useful enough to be called his righthand. But he couldn't bestow such a title yet. Not until he was entirely and completely sure of some things. He'd sometimes think himself paranoid, but the possibility of betrayal was always alive and thriving.

With a small grin, Roser called out.

"Come in."