"Your Majesty, I brought you some clothes," Alphonso says, waving his hand as a set of casual royal pants and a shirt materializes in his hands.
"Ah, thank goodness only the two of you are here. If you had brought others along, they would have seen me in my nakedness," King Duke says, accepting the clothes and quickly putting them on.
"Well, you were the one who refused to be wrapped in clothes when we put you to slumber," Alphonso remarks, his gaze fixed ahead.
Meanwhile, my mind is filled with swirling thoughts and possibilities. Now that old man Duke is awake, will he willingly hand over the throne or devise another malicious plan? Regardless of his intentions, I am confident enough to confront him and, depending on the severity of his actions, I might even consider eliminating him.
"What's this smell...." King Duke suddenly says, scrunching up his nose as if trying to discern something. He abruptly stands in front of me, sniffing my clothes.
