I stepped into the bathroom. It was smaller than I'd expected, especially given the grandness of the bedroom.

It looked like a regular bathroom, which was a bit surprising to me. Considering this was some medevial-era place, I thought it'd be different.

The only thing that stood out was an ornate wardrobe in the corner. I opened it and looked inside. Everything was divided up neatly and labeled "Formal", "Nightwear", "Casual", etc.

I was surprised it was all labeled in English, but then I realized there was no reason to be. If this really was a video game world, it made sense that everything would be in English.

I took the clothes from the "Formal" section and laid it on the counter and took a shower. I contemplated a bath, but realized it would take way too long. The shower, however, was AMAZING!

The water pressure was so good that for a moment, I contemplated just staying in there forever. But alas, Rafael's grumpy face flashed in my mind. I turned off the water, dried off with the fluffy towel, and changed into the "Formal" set.

When I opened the door to the hallway, Rafael looked me up and down, "Huh, you look surprisingly presentable."

I didn't like that tone, "So you mean I normally don't look presentable?"

He replied, "Yes."

I kept quiet. Sure I normally looked tired and gross, but he really didn't have to say it!

He continued, "We're going down this way," and pointed to the left.

"Okay," I replied. It didn't really matter which direction we were going since I had no idea anyway.

I followed him down the hallway. Once again, more walking. However this time, it wasn't that bad. Maybe it was because I'd gotten some rest, but I was actually able to stay on my feet without much discomfort.

Finally, we arrived at a medium-sized room. It actually wasn't that big. Considering it was the dining room, I assumed it would be some massive hall. But instead, all I saw was a modest table with four chairs.

The King was sitting on one of the chairs. The chair was so small compared to his giant frame that it looked almost comical. I took a seat in one of the other chairs.

"Hello, Your Majesty," I said. I decided to start off polite. No use making enemies of the King, right?

"Oh hello, Ethan. It's good to see you this morning," he replied.

"Rafael said you called for me?" I asked.

"Yes. Actually, we have a lot to discuss," the King replied.

"THERE IS NOTHING TO DISCUSS!" yelled another voice.

I whipped my head to the source of the yell. Well, well. It was the Prince himself, standing at the doorway.

The King sighed and put his palm to his forehead, "Please behave decently, Lionel."

Lionel stormed over to the table and sat down with a huff. Rafael trailed behind him, carrying a tray of delicious looking food. It looked like a regular American breakfast: pancakes and waffles with maple syrup.

I felt my stomach rumble at the sight. As soon as Rafael set it on the table, I reached out to grab one. Lionel slapped my hand away.

"What?!" I asked angrily. No one got in the way of me and my food.

"Are you stupid?!" said Lionel, "Are you seriously taking your food before the King?"

I wasn't really that worried. So far the King seemed like a pretty chill guy. I turned to look at the King and asked, "Is there a problem, Your Majesty? I've been starving since yesterday, I hadn't had anything to eat."

The King smiled, "No issues here, Ethan. Please, feel free to do so."

I smiled victoriously at Lionel and took two big, fluffy pancakes and set them on my plate. Lionel looked shocked but stayed quiet.

The King took a couple waffles for himself and then said, "As you may have realized, Ethan, there's a terrible power at work. We need your services in order to protect this kingdom."

The delicious pancake turned to ashes in my mouth. I saw this coming, yet it still felt miserable.