{Silvanus, mighty king of the Court of Earth. Described as herculean, authoritative, and robust}

Silvanus strides into his softly illuminated chambers, weary from the day's toil. His singular desire: a respite of slumber. However, fate has a different script —a mysterious silhouette graces his regal bed. Intrigued, Silvanus advances, a smirk playing upon his lips, an air of amusement enveloping him. Standing tall, a glint of mischief in his gaze, he contemplates his next action in the presence of the figure.

“Royal rest or unexpected guest? If we're having a slumber party I do hope you brought snacks~"