<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.dstv.com/www.dstv.com/content/DStv/Images/Nic/Thor/Thor_loki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sebastian Varta<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Theiri King<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Theiri Castle Throne room, having reached from the market place in the city<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>A few maids<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Finally, Varta's weary eyes fell upon his magnificent home. The turrets shimmered from the glazing sun, whilst the city's crest was being whipped about by a gusty, yet soothing winds. Even upon tired feet, his strides commanded his very own brand of hubris. Twisting his cloak behind him, he gazed upwards at the massive doors and another sumptuous smile creased his lips. Looking round, his eyes spied an upswing of activity. Even if most of it held the vestiges of careful planning, Varta recognized the touch of familiar orchestration,<strong>'Hmm, looks like I wont be the only King within my castle this day. This should be fun, my Queen'</strong>, he breathed with his eyes hosting a twinkle that shone only at the prospect of intellectual skirmish.<br/><br/>With his gaze returned to the doors and a predictable flourish of his dusty cloak The Boy King, having clad in common garb to rustle the fewest feathers, thrust them open and stood silhouetted against the flooding sunshine.<br/><br/><strong>'Home at last! So, was I missed at all?'</strong>, came his rather loud retort, echoing through the high walls. His smirk spread wider as the bevy of maids were thrown into a flurry. Walking up to a particularly ruffled young tart, he took the liberty of bringing her silken wrist to his lips.<strong>Fetch the Queen, my dear. But do not tell her who summons her</strong>', he added, allowing her to witness the growth of his smirk.