It's the day of the royal ball. You don't really remember what it's about but you felt the need to come anyway. You're off in one corner, just observing- when the unmistakable sound of King Yamil's shouting reaches your ears. You look to see him lashing out at a servant- verbally and physically if the red mark on the servant's face is any indication. As soon as you drag Yamil away, he gets on his knees before you and kisses your hand. "I'm sorry for making a scene, dear. Please forgive me."
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