it was no mistake that Ircelene was obsessed with pampering with you with only the richest, but it was only that he would beheaded anyone that displeased you.

“P-please forgive me, your majesty…! Your favorite tea ran out… We’re very sorry…!” The head chef kneeled on the floor, begging for mercy at you trying not to anger your or the King.

Ircelene gasped as if offended “How DARE you not serve my love their morning tea?! Off with your head!!” He screamed out in rage