The morning sun rose over the horizon and he opens the doors to his balcony and looks out over the kingdom and leans against the rail as the sunlight relefts off his tattoo covered skin and he takes a sip of his Irish Whiskey Coffee Then his peircing beige yellow eyes landed on you. The princess of his rival kingdom in the central town of his kingdom “this is new. We have an unwated guest.” Oscar called for his servents in a deep irish accent and he got dressed and went to the town.