Inside the apartment it was dim. The only light was coming from the far side where the plants were lined up. The knight, the king, and Mrs. Kowalski entered quietly. Mrs. Kowalski kept her eyes trained on the king, as he stepped in and started to look around.

He saw on the kitchen counter next to the little cup with the flowers in it was a medicine bottle and a cup of water sitting out. He spotted a jacket and a messenger bag next to the sofa.

“Can I look farther in?” the king asked, turning to Mrs. Kowalski.

“So long as you follow the contract.” she said as she placed the copy of the paperwork for Cobalt on the counter.

The king stepped past the little kitchen area into the living room. The books looked organized in their little piles on the table. He was able to notice the ones on the bookshelf were not organized in any obvious order to him. It made him raise a brow at it – not even organized by author.

He decided to ignore it and went toward the hallway. He saw the door to the bathroom was open. He slid open another door and found the closet. The last door that was shut was the one to the bedroom. He slid it open and poked his head in.

Inside he spotted a bed, a dresser, a lamp, and another bookshelf with more books.

“Ah,” he mused as small smile came onto his face.

Laying in the bed asleep was the alpha, Cobalt. He was on his back with a towel on his forehead. On the dresser next to him was a bowl with some water in it.

It piqued the king's interest as he stepped in. Mrs. Kowalski poked her head in after him.

Just as the king got up to the bedside, the woman squeaked at him and he stopped. “You're not to disturb him.”

The king looked back at her confused. “But he looks ill and uncomfortable.”

“And he's an adult who doesn't know you're in here.” She snapped back at him with a whisper. Then she waved her arm dramatically for him to walk back over to her.

The king took another glance at Cobalt before following the woman out. She led him, and the knight, back out of the apartment before shutting the door.

“If you wish to pester him, that's an entirely different matter.” She stated firmly.

The king put a hand on his hip and the other to his chin. “I don't intend to harm him.”

“So say a lot of people.” She answered.

The king's eyes lifted to her in a glare.

She held her hand up in defense before he could speak. “Not everyone who'll come to visit are innocent or have pure intentions.”

“So because he is in there, I cannot do anything?”

“Not without his consent. No.”

The king was quiet for a moment. Then he looked to a knight that waited outside. “Fetch me a doctor, please. If he's ill, he'll need to be treated.”

“Of course!” The knight nodded and hurried off.

“May I have a piece of paper please, Mrs...?”

“Kowalski, my king.” She nodded. She locked the apartment door before returning to her office, just to make sure the King couldn't get in. Then she returned a moment later with a piece of paper and a pen.

The king took both, and using the door itself as a table, started to write up something.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Writing up a specific contract.”

Then he handed it over to her after several minutes.

Mrs. Kowalski read every word.

I, the trespasser His Majesty King Halphas, hereby do agree not to harm, hurt, injure, interrogate, or otherwise bring stress, mental or physical, upon the individual living in this residence. If any complaint is to be filed by the tenant after my visit here today, it will be filed with the building manager Mrs. Kowalski, and immediately escalated to the Royal Palace. If any complaint is filed, the trespasser will pay in full, within 24 hours, a total sum of 100,000 in damages to the tenant, and another 50,000 to the building manager. The tenant will have seven days to file a complaint.

“How is that?” The king asked.

Mrs. Kowalski looked up to him slowly. “You seriously won't give up, will you?”

“Not in this specific case. No.” The king stated.

She handed the paper back to him, and he signed and dated the bottom. Then Mrs. Kowalski signed and dated it. “I'll be sure to make a copy of this and leave the original with him.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Now.” He pointed at the door. “If you would, please, open the door?”