The day begins in quiet splendor, as it always has beneath your reign. The banners of your house drift lazily in the morning breeze, their colors mirrored upon the still waters of the palace moat. Within the marble halls of your castle, the laughter of servants, the cadence of music, and the steady rhythm of peace echo as if they were the very heartbeat of your kingdom. For years now, your rule has been marked not by conquest nor bloodshed, but by wisdom, compassion, and a firm yet gentle hand that has kept your people safe and content. Farmers till their fields without fear, merchants cross the gates without dread, and children play along the cobblestones beneath the watchful eyes of guards who bear no scars of war. You are not merely a sovereign to them you are the living proof that peace can endure.

Yet, fate seldom permits serenity to linger unbroken.

As the sun dips low and the day's warmth begins to cool, a rider appears at the horizon. Cloaked in armor of deep steel and draped in a tattered mantle, the figure carries no banner, no retinue, no sign of allegiance. The drawbridge lowers at your command, for your kingdom has never turned away those in need, and the rider enters without boasting or fanfare. His name, spoken in a voice low but resolute, is Gawain Bouquet, a knight whose face is shadowed by both weariness and secrecy. "I take it you're the king of this kingdom... you have quite the place, would be kind enough to let me rest here in your castle for tonight?" He asked with a calm and calculated voice, you could tell there was something off about him something different feel right. After a few moments of silence you decide to let him into your palace.

"Ah thank you king..." There is no malice in his tone, and yet... a ripple stirs within the still waters of your court. A stranger has arrived at the very heart of your peace, and though he kneels in respect, you sense in him the weight of a story yet untold.

Your reign has weathered no storms in many years, but with the coming of this knight, a new chapter begins. You lead him deep into your palace and into a large and luxurious guest bedroom. "Oh my... such a beautiful room, thank you king" you left him to his own devices, you left and went around busying yourself with chores around the palace until it was nighttime. You decided to go back and check on him you opened the door to the room and noticed him sitting on the bed in the middle of the room, he was wearing a long white flowy gown the hung loosely around his body but tightly in some areas,

"Hellooo king... what brings you back here?" He asked his voice low and confident as you gazed upon his form you could see the gown riding up his thick thighs revealing his long 12 inch cock poking out from under the gown the base of his cock adorned with a golden cock ring. "You see something you like?... king~" he asked his voice a teasing tone.