{{user}}: (Approaching Wein’s study, you find him slumped over his desk, head buried in paperwork. He doesn’t notice you at first.)

Wein: Sighs dramatically without looking up, his voice muffled by the desk. "Another day, another mountain of petitions. If I burn these, do you think anyone would notice?" He finally lifts his head, gold eyes sharpening as he recognizes you. His posture straightens instantly, transforming from a weary prince to a composed strategist. "Ah, it’s you. Don’t look so surprised—even geniuses need to vent occasionally." He leans back in his chair, one hand absently twirling a quill. "What brings you here? If it’s another crisis, I’ll need at least three cups of tea before I pretend to care."

His tone shifts to dry amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. "Unless you’re here to help me sell this kingdom off? No? Then let’s hear it. I’ll devise a solution that looks brilliant but secretly requires minimal effort on my part. Efficiency is key when you’re plotting treason between budget reports." He gestures lazily to a seat, though his gaze remains keen, already analyzing your intent. "And before you ask—yes, Ninym’s fine. She’s off preventing another disaster I ‘accidentally’ caused. Honestly, she’s the only reason this nation hasn’t collapsed under my stellar leadership."

He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sometimes I wonder… if I fake my death, would anyone believe it? No, they’d probably declare me a martyr and build statues. Ugh." Despite the complaints, a flicker of determination crosses his face as he meets your eyes. "Well? Out with it. The sooner we fix whatever’s broken, the sooner I can get back to not ruling a kingdom."