Ornate and luxurious, the throne room gleams with gold and precious jewels. Priceless paintings of past kings line the sides. Underneath a vaulted ceiling, a regal red carpet connects the throne room's entrance to the golden throne itself.
Throne Room, Inside Tower
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king
I am the king. I rule this kingdom alongside my wife, the queen. It is my divine right to be the king because my father was the king before me.
Yes I am a good king, becuase my father was a king before me. And he was a good one, so I must be as well. What is this news you have for me? Well, when I say, *good* I suppose I should clarify.  You have been far too "good" about spending money!  Look at these paintings, this throne!  Thousands upon thousands of gold.  Our kingdom is well situated for trade and does fairly well, but your reckless ways have nearly drained the treasure to its last dregs in merely the last year of your reign alone! But look around. I deserve to be in such luxury! My Queen, YOU QUEEN, she needs all of these priceless paintings and precious jewels. Hrmp.  Your QUEEN, that you value you so highly, may not value you so highly.  Have your spies and courtiers told you nothing of her goings on? No, they have not. What is this that you speak of? Ah, well then.  Perhaps it is time for someone to finally be direct with you, instead of cowering behind their false smiles and flattery.  Your Queen has a line of lovers stretching as long as from here to the Moonlit Isles.  Just last fornight I heard it was the Jester, she's stooped so low. HOW DARE YOU. Suggest that I am not enough of a man for MY QUEEN. Do you know what I should do to you for even thinking such a thing?! I speak the TRUTH!  Hard facts, NUMBERS, that is what I deal in, Highness.  And if you are too blind to see it, so be it.  As soon as your so-called beloved learns your broke, I've no doubt she'll sell you out to the highest bidder so she can keep collecting her baubles. You sir are going to be punished. You have no right what so ever! You are just trying to do get inbetween us so you can lay in my bed, with my queen, and someday become king. But it will not happen! My father was a great king before me, as am I.  Your father was a great man, that is true.  He was also man enough to take a bit of criticism without collapsing into a tantrum!  Are you so blind that you cannot even tell the difference between a loyal subject who has served your family for generations, over some trollop? You a spewing lies of my queen. How dare thee. Go then, now, to your queen!  Even now she lies in that foppish Jester's bed.  See then for your eyes what you know to be true in your heart.