"Open the door!" Theseus heard Allias' familiar voice as he screamed behind the locked door of their bedroom.
Just a few hours ago a servant had run to him in utter shock, unaware of what he should do and informed him that Allias was roaming around the castle, drunk screaming about where the general was. At first he was shocked too, he couldn't hide that. He gave an order for the floor Allias was to be cleared out of to prevent further humiliation and began looking for him.
You see, Theseus' nature was the true embodiment of mischief, something that the last few years he had had to suppress since he was a king. Things though had changed and he realized that in between his brooding, depressive episodes he could have some fun once in a while.
