Judah got up from his bed and stretched. The sun was shining brightly through his bedroom window.
There was a knock at his door. "Young Master? Are you awake?"
"I am."
The door swung open. A pretty young woman in a maid outfit walked into the room with a stack of neatly-folded clothes. "I took the liberty of washing your clothes for you. They were beginning to smell sour."
She handed Judah the garments.
The outfit consisted of a black tailcoat, a vest to go underneath, and dark brown pants.
The maid watched as Judah got dressed. "What is it like?"
Judah looked at her. "The clothes? They're perfect."
She shook her head. "I meant being a king. A king of an entire country and all its people. What's that like?"
Judah looked out the window. "Well I just became king only a few months ago. I was voted in because of my royal lineage and from my position as a Magi. It probably isn't as fun as you think it is, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
She looked down. "I see..."