The Fallen King

“Ah, i’m sorry this one got away from me-” His words stopped as his eyes moved from the apple to the person. His eyes widened for a slip second before it was like he couldn’t move. He had been so smooth talking and cunning back then but now he looked like a meek child. 

Well he really didn’t know what to do with the life he was given. He had freedom this time around like he got in death, sure. However he spent 1000 years doing things he wasn’t proud of and he could only eat so much in one day to review them like he had before. Thats how he ended up in his bunkhouse pollishing his own armor. He probably didn’t need it here... but that was no reason to let it get dirty and well he felt like you could only wear a white suite so many times.

It had been a while since he’d been able to do something like this, and now with a free mind he found himself enjoying the food even more. Though he seemed a bit...over dressed wearing a suit to a  Tavern it was probably better of an idea than wearing his full armor. either way he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Even after his death he found a solace in food, wither it was reviewing it or just simply eating it. The table was lined with all kinds of different foods even somethings that you’d never think a tavern would have, like a few pieces of cake. He had notice someone staring but not at him but at the warm food that sat on the table.