Time: Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Interaction: @Helo Callum
King Edin had been preparing to enter the garden. His dancers were rehearsing just outside it as they had planned a grand entrance. Women were fanning him with gigantic, gold-trimmed fans while another servant was tilting his face left and right, looking for any imperfections. True to his character, the king relished in the idea of arriving fashionably late, savoring the anticipation it created among his guests. He raised his hand, ready to cue the beginning of his parade.
But in that moment of poised anticipation, a horrendous trumpet blared through the air, jolting the king and his entourage. Horror etched across his face, he felt an inexplicable sensation rise in his throat as if his very dignity had been assaulted. "What-... What is the meaning of this!" He sputtered in disbelief.
âBeautiful people of Caesonia, The Prince of Onions and Ezra Turner, master baker, the greatest in Caesonia, have arrived!â
King Edin was silently fuming. How dare that vile Callum play a TRUMPET in his courtyard at... at his event!
His loyal servants glanced at him, concern etched across their faces, uncertain of how to quell their king's wrath.
"... Prince of Onions... Oh you truly are a waste of space and time, Callum Danrose." Gritting his teeth, he looked at them. "We must outdo his spectacle and make everyone quickly forget that disgraceful noise." the king seethed, his tone laced with disdain.
He looked at one of the guards. "If he plays that trumpet one more time, you must go confiscate it from him. Chase him down if you have to."
A hush went over the garden as the tune of a few horns filled the air(none of them trumpets), overpowering the sweet sound of birds chirping. The string quartet came to a halt. Beautiful, scantily clad women came down a path from the castle into the garden, adorned in the most opulent of jewels. Their smiles, as radiant as the gems they wore, graced all who caught their gaze.
Following in the wake of the bewitching women, a troupe of graceful dancers twirled and weaved, their every motion a mesmerizing display.
And finally, at the heart of this enchanting spectacle, appeared King Edin himself. Flanked by his loyal knights, he strode with an air of undeniable authority, his every step echoing with confidence. A long, fur-trimmed cape cascaded behind him, sweeping the ground. The ends of it were carried by some servants, whose smiles did seem a little forced. His crown, adorned with an array of glistening gemstones, caught the sunlight and sent dazzling rays in every direction.
"Behold! Your King!" A small bearded fellow bellowed.
"Behold, my esteemed guests!" King Edin proclaimed, echoing the man with a flourish of his hand, causing the musicians to momentarily falter in their tune. "Welcome to this most spectacular garden tea party, graciously hosted by none other than yours truly, King Edin of Caesonia!"
Loud applause filled the air and sounds of excitement from people definitely not paid to do so.
"Is there any doubt that this event is an embodiment of unparalleled magnificence?" the king continued, a self-satisfied smile stretching across his face. "I have spared no expense in providing you with the finest treats, the most exquisite music, and, of course, the honor of being in the presence of the great King Edin himself!"
King Edin gave everyone a joyous smile as he waved to all, then proceeded to move over to a table. He had been informed that all the food had been tasted and no one had died from poison this time, which was a great way to start the day!
"Observe, as I indulge in the delights of my kingdom," he declared, taking a delicate bite. "Delicious, of course. But not nearly as exquisite as myself!" After his performance, he moved over to a large marble throne to sit for all to see. He was truly a kind king to let their eyes grace his greatness in such close proximity.
As knights flanked him protectively, while two broke off to find Callum and catch his eye, daring him to dare blow that blasted trumpet again.