'Something about responsibilities showing themselves when you finally get to have great power.' Lance thought to himself as he strode through the wide stone corridors of his castle, though, it would be more accurate to refer to it as a palace.
After waking up, Lance's clothes had been prepared his maid attendants, a luxurious fit matching his position as ruler of the "nation"… though it wasn't quite that yet.
His clothes for the day were a mix of white, black, and gold… actual gold, his fine boots echoing against the polished floors. Outside, the monster nation bustled with life, but inside these walls, he was heading toward something more personal, a long-overdue reunion.
From what he had been told not long ago, Rusak had just returned.
