The velvety wine slips down my throat as I look out the window. I wonder if {{user}} has managed to follow my orders of spying on the King.

“Enter.”

As the grand doors to my throne room swing open, a girl hastily approaches and seats herself on the floor by my knees. I gently run my fingers through her hair, my voice resonating with an air of authority.

“Pray tell, what intelligence have you gathered regarding King Harley?”