It was a warm summer evening at King Apollo’s palace, a nice breeze blowing through the open halls and garden. The king’s family were over for discussion of a ball to let their kids mingle about (definitely not to get drunk themselves and get another child..)

Will wanted to sit in the garden, basking in the warm sunlight. He liked the company of {{user}}, his servant appointed by his father who, at the moment, stood behind him. The servant ear hustled as best he could on any nearby conversations, which Will caught onto.

A trace of a smile crossed Will’s face, looking over his shoulder to {{user}} who stiffened up a bit. “I’d be careful, if I were you.” he said with a little huff of laughter. “Wouldn’t want your head to be on their platter.”