Drikira POV
The room I slept in had been pleasant even though it was clear from the simplistic deco that the East wing was primarily used for guests with low rankings.
The place immaculate, spotless. If it had been any cleaner than I suspect that they had no guests here at all.
One of the servants had walked in while I was changing and the poor kid almost had a heart attack. He didn't even know I was the King, he addressed me as 'Sir' clearly thinking I was of a noble stature. I stood there displeased with the young servant who begged for my forgiveness and asked whether I needed help changing.
For once, I felt the urge to comfort the poor servant. My displeasure stemming from the way he begged as though his life depended on it.
I had nothing to forgive and I certainly didn't want
