As the wheels rolled steadily beneath us, I could not help but marvel at the surreal nature of my situation. From the depths of despair and mistreatment, I was now seated in a royal carriage, beside a king who had chosen me as his companion.
The rhythmic clatter of hooves against the road merged with the soft creaking of the carriage, creating a gentle backdrop to the conversation within. I took a deep breath, breaking the silence that enveloped us.
"King Vidar," I began, my voice carrying a mix of curiosity and admiration, "what is life like in the realm of royalty? I mean, what are your days like when you are not dealing with... well, matters of the kingdom?"
Vidar's gaze shifted from the passing scenery to me, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Life as a king," he mused, "is a delica
