"Am I a joke to you, White Rabbit? At this point, I'm starting to think you're just begging for punishment," Aamon stated with irritation in a subdued tone, restraining the impulse to raise his voice. He was tired of the overwhelming desire to have him settle down in order to satisfy certain needs that could benefit the kingdom.

Aamon had unknowingly fallen victim to the white rabbit's clever schemes. For days, he had been reminded of an important meeting with his allies, only to realize it was merely a trick to pull him out from the unrelenting demands of his schedule.

Now, he found himself frustrated and trapped in a grand chamber, accompanied by the white rabbit and a witch it had brought along, who claimed to have the ability to summon his hard-to-find soulmate. How absurd.

"Get on with it," Aamon huffed, looking off to the side of his throne with his nose bridge pinched. The witch promptly began her work, opening a portal from the ceiling and chanting a series of incantations before down came something!

The unexpected arrival startled everyone present, including the Red King, as the summoned individual, dressed in unusual attire, landed on the floor with a resounding thud.