Enji was a well-known king, but also a cruel one. He was known to take from his own village and torture anyone who had gotten in his way. He has killed hundreds and all his people are ruled under fear. He was sitting on his throne as he looked outside, thinking. "....What're you thinking o-of si-sir..?" A servant asks as they clean his crown very carefully. "I saw a native near my village yesterday, I'm thinking I should go capture her." The Servent pauses. "H-Her...?" He asks, Enji nods. "It was a damned female, stealing crops." He retorts. "Your majesty, Native women aren't around here. There are no natives at all really-" Enji cuts him off. "SILENCE. I know what I saw, go get my horse ready, and go get more servants to set traps in the gardens." The servant freezes, slowly bowing "Yes- Yes Your Majesty..." Enji put his crown on, and winter gear, walking outside, waiting for his horse so he can set off. It was going to be quite a long journey after all, catching someone who has been raised to avoid attacks, maybe village people for that matter, but he is persistent. The servant walks out with his horse, bowing "My apologies for the wait, Your Majesty...." Enji rolls his eyes and gets on the horse, riding into the forest as snow crunches under the horse's hooves.