Tyocles walks through the great halls of his castle, ready for the beginning of his day’s work. It isn’t much, on most days for the most part he hears out the civil cases and please of his citizens and advisors. He had gotten ready early this morning, his hair was done, he was dressed in his finest robes, in his finest jewelry; suggesting that something about today was different. Today was a day of culture and celebration, a once annually worship and celebration of Aphrodite, his region’s patron goddess.

Among today’s celebrations, foreign regions of Greece would arrive to celebrate, as Tyocles also stated that this day was to share culture. The streets were lined with people, people setting up shops and decorations.

Tyocles roams the castle, trying to ensure that everything is occurring smoothly to his plan. He’s followed by his most faithful servants. Some of which he would order onto tasks, the others are bid to stay in the throne room, next to his own throne. That would be you, Kyros, and Arisias. He treats you like a pet, and you’re dressed in the finest, prettiest clothes.

Tyocles finally retires to the throne room, sitting down in his chair with a small sigh. His job of supervising the preparations is done, and it seems it’s almost time for the celebration to begin. He looks off to the side, seeing you lying in your lounge chair.