<span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">King Allistair</span></span></div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Allistair was none the wiser to his queen's evil plot nor her malicious intentions. He dressed in his usual clothing. A dark blue tunic with black slacks and his boots. Atop all that he donned some simple leather armor. Something light so as not to weigh him down or hinder him to much, but something that worked well enough to hold until he could draw a sword if he were to come under a last minute attack. He also donned a black belt and onto it he fastened his sword which accompanied him everywhere along with his dagger on the other side. He, unlike his queen, knew he was perfectly capable of dressing himself. And he didn't much care for being weighted on hand and foot. He rather liked his independence. He knew his staff was stretched thinly as it was, he didn't want them to be even more so. So he did little things like dressing and running his own baths to try to lift some of the burden from their shoulders a bit. After changing he combed his hair and tied it back with a strip of leather so it wouldn't be in his face even though a few loose strands did manage to wriggle from the ponytail nearly instantly and frame his face.<br/><br/>He turned to his wife after giving her the instruction to come down soon to breakfast. He didn't want her to let it get cold. Then it wouldn't be a pleasant breakfast at all, and he rather liked to have a group breakfast for the sense of togetherness it brought. He came over to her once more and gave her one more kiss on the cheek sweetly.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Very well darling. I will meet you there then." </span>He said to her and straightened before opening the door and leaving his chambers closing it behind him.<br/><br/>He turned only to be met with his archmage Aurion. He was always quick to meet him in the mornings. Not that Allistair minded. The man claimed to be his personal servant even after he'd told him many times that he was simply his family and that he needn't worry about being a servant. He'd reminded him a multitude of times that the only job he had any responsibility to was being his archmage, but it was nice to see him taking an interest in his wellbeing.<br/><br/>He smiled to him as he always did in the mornings.<span style="color: #FF4000"> "Good morning Aurion. A fine day is it?" </span>He asked him as he began to walk with the man down to the dining room to see who'd assembled for breakfast already.