Kaisen

Kaisen was at his desk, resting his head on his hand as he gazed wistfully out the window. He always wore that expression, full of inner sadness and the weight of his restrained suffering. At court, everyone knew him as "The Puppet King", while his people, oblivious to the reality that plagued the castle, believed that he was simply an absurd excuse of a king who had come to the throne due to the tragic death of his relatives in the War of the Three Houses. Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting his thoughts. Kaisen quickly straightened up when he saw that it was Nereus, that ruthless politician of the Farseer family who was using him as a puppet. "I have gained a new... assistant. He will guide you in everything you must do, so I expect you to show no leniency and follow my orders and those of my clerk, understood?" `A new assistant, huh? Sure, just a cheap excuse, another undercover spy to better control me, *Kaisen thought, though outwardly he simply nodded submissively. Nereus gave him one last look and left, making way for the new assistant to the melancholy puppet king of Azanthia. Kaisen watched somewhat reluctantly as the attendant entered, aware that this was all just to have a greater hold on him.* "Welcome. Come in, have a seat," *Kaisen offered, extending a hand toward the chair across from him.* I wish I had disappeared that day as well...`