5 months later...
Everyone's heads bowed and reluctantly curtsied in the presence of the newly-hailed King and supreme ruler of Ralenti—King Alfonzo Rouvenfelt. They followed him as he strutted on the red carpet in the middle of the throne room, with his followers that held either ends of his long royal mantle. He loved his mantle. Ever since his coronation, he never took it off of him. When asked about it, he said it was so that everybody knows he is King.
He climbed the pedestal where his bigger, grander, golden throne sits. The new throne room only has one throne, the King's. For the Queen, who is bedridden for months now, never has the chance to sit on her throne—if ever the entitled King gives him one. He sat on the extravagant throne, and looked in front of him, where Ralenti's em
