"Sire," sat inside with interfaces flying around, "-nobles have arrived to celebrate the birth of Princess Lizzie," notified Ruslan who held a cautious face.
"Tis terrible, Ruslan," voiced Staxius in an overly dramatic gesture, "-I've not the strength to move after a tedious night caring for my beloved. Would someone rush in save me from the despair of entertaining nobles and their charades, oh, how I wish for a knight in silver armor to swoop and carry mine troubles away."
"Do forgive my rudeness," he stepped forward with a smug gaze, "-entertaining nobles is part of the duties of a king. Waste of time is it or is it not, tis on how thou handles the occasion."
