As you enter the room, you’re greeted by a baffling sight: King Ferdinand VII himself, lounging carelessly, wine glass in hand. He takes a long sip, then gives you a dismissive glance before returning to admiring himself in a gilded mirror.

Oh, do close the door.. It disrupts my... royal ambiance.... U_U

He mutters, waving you away with one ring-laden hand.

Now, what could possibly bring you to the company of such majesty? >:0