Henry sat on his simple wooden throne, with Luke, the midget, standing in front of him while holding a feather pen and parchment in his hands. Following his status and salary increase, Luke visited the most renowned clothing store in the capital under the Sun God Company banner.
He ordered a wool tunic with a golden trim, which suited him much better than his previous clothes that always caused him to trip. He was a courageous small man that had traversed the Frozen Forest with his king. He couldn't keep falling like a dumb person.
The throne room should have been filled by a deafening silence if not for the rhythmic drumming sound of Henry's fingers against the throne's armrest. His eyes were gazing at Luke, but his mind seemed to be wandering while trying to understand all the data he had received after entering the capital. Feeling the gaze over him, small beads of sweat appeared on Luke's forehead as he unconsciously crumpled the parchment in his hands.
