King Ren sighed, leaning his head on the smooth metal of his throne, his crown making a small thud. Martyn was out, delivering a temporary peace treaty between The Pizza Alliance and DogWarts. Ren was just so tired of their constant back-and-forth, no sides of this war were getting anywhere, and Ren decided to initiate a short-term break.

Ren hoped Martyn returned soon, he could hear the wind thundering against the cobblestone walls, they were due for a blizzard.