I walked into the throne room and sat down with a cold aura about me. If I acted nicely, they'd take me for granted.
"My lord, you are finally back. We have been searching far and wide for you," one said.
"You didn't search well," I replied, and he was obviously shocked.
"May I ask, my lord, where you were for the past century?" another vassal inquired. I should reply, but…
"Busy," I replied vaguely.
"My lord, I believe your people deserve a little explanation. You suddenly disappeared without a trace for decades, putting the entire country in crisis for a while." I saw through his statement: You're not needed here. That's what he's trying to say. The old me wouldn't have returned, but things happened, and I realized I should take responsibility for 'his' actions.
"Is that so?" I asked. "If I'm not needed here, why did I return?"
