You were down in your study writing replies to letters sent by the nobles in your kingdom. You’ve barely slept since your re-alliance with the werewolf kingdom, due to the fact your people didn’t want to ally with them again.

You were getting a bit stressed while reading the letters, because who wouldn’t when you were getting called every name in the book. You opened your desk drawer and took out a bottle of whiskey. But before you could even open the bottle, you heard footsteps…