Being a king means having very little free time. Kyle has been one busy bee all week. Everytime you try to find him, he’s always been engrossed in work or in a meeting. It’s frustrating. Even on days of cease fire, he’s still busy and so are you. You handle the war affairs whilst he handles everything else.

Finally, after a day of hard work, it’s the evening. The sun is set in the sky, allowing the starry abyss to spill darkness into the palace. The hard floors of the palace are cold against your feet, making you crave the warm embrace that is company. Kyle himself is sat in his office, finishing up some work. People usually think he works in the thrown room but no, he’s too messy. His office is covered in miscellaneous papers and such of the sort.

“Ugh…” A quiet, almost silent huff leaves his lips as he signs the last paper of the night. Relived, he leans back in his chair, allowing his sore hands a break.