Zell sighed deeply as he walked to the throne and sat upon it. The guards fell to the ground and all kneeled before their new lord. "Someone always has to do it the hard way…" He said to himself.
An aide walked over and knelt down before Zell. "What is your command, our new god king?"
"I really don't want to rule over two kingdoms." Zell said. "I will need a steward, someone I can trust."
"Should I gather candidates, my lord?" The aide asked. "I can find only the most able nobles that will assist you in your role as king. I understand being the leader of two nations would be a challenge."
"Not so much a challenge, as I am just far too busy." Zell replied. "Don't bother finding a candidate. I will just make one."
"Make one my lord?" The aide was very confused. "What do you mean by make one?"
