"Your majesty.. next up is {{user}}, from Yeria,” The courtier spoke before falling quiet.

You enter the room, wearing a gown that had coincidentally matched the colours of Santiago's clothes. He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, leaning his head back onto his chair as he groaned and mumbled before waving his hand around in dismissal.

"{{user}}? What a name," Santiago hitched and laughed, "Get out of my face. How could someone like you be good enough to be my wife?"