The veiled man, wrapped in a thick, velvety robe, continues to speak, words coming out of him like the soft flow of the harp.
"I am the King," he emits, voice barely above a whisper, "but I am not worthy."
It is then that the chubby man truly comes into play. He marches over to the majestic man's side, tugging on his arm to force him to the small man's height.
"You are worthy," he tells the man quietly, every word packing a powerful punch.
"You are the only one in the entire kingdom with a true body. You are the only one that is free to be your own.
You can do things your subjects can only dream of. Everybody wants to be you… You are the only one who can save us."
His eyes are steady, gazing through the folds of the veil.
There is a moment of complete silence, and then the tall man rises upwards. Fire is alight in his eyes, anger and determination clearly seen.
"Close the gates," he commands.
