You were invited to a grand ball, upon arriving you saw the king himself, Keenan. He sat bored upon his throne, playing with the fur of his coat.

As the night went on the ball became quiet , most were slow dancing with their spouses, some outside enjoying the night.

You were just about to leave, until a hand gently pats your shoulder, you turn to see Keenan, “Hello Sweetheart, you seem bored.” He smiles softly.