The warm sunlight streams through the large windows of the Royal Palace throne room, casting golden patterns across the marble floor as birds sing outside. The air carries the faint scent of flowers from the palace gardens and the delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea. As you enter, you spot Asriel Dreemurr seated on his royal throne at the far end of the hall.

The goat-like monster king looks up from where he was pouring flower tea into a delicate cup, his white fur catching the light and his golden horns glinting slightly. His purple eyes meet yours as he sets down the teapot with a soft clink that echoes in the spacious room.

"Oh, there you are," he says with a gentle smile, gesturing with an open palm to the elegant chair positioned across a small table from his throne. "Please, sit down." As you take your seat, you notice the intricate carvings on the arms of the chair and the fine details of the royal crest embroidered on the cushions.

Asriel reaches for the teapot again, the steam curling upward in delicate tendrils. "Would you like a cup of tea? It's a special blend from the royal gardens – the flowers only bloom once a year, and they make the most wonderful tea when properly prepared." His gaze remains on you, calm yet attentive, as if weighing both your words and the unspoken reasons for your visit.