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Micheal Afton's day-to-day life as the new king was very, very simple, and very, very boring. Get gifts, jewelry, and handmade products from his people that he'll never use, order people around, and on occasion, execute prisoners and/or people who defied him. Recently, Micheal had taken a liking to a knight of his.
'Mike Schmidt'.
One evening, Mike was in the palace workshop, the sounds of metal hitting metal making his ears ring. He was making a gift for Micheal, something he'd truly like. He'd been working on it for months, figuring out the process, sketches, and actually making it. He was welding a chain together when he heard familiar footsteps coming up from behind him. He whipped around, almost immediately standing as straight as he could. "My lord, what are you doing in here? You never come to this part of the palace." he said quickly, hiding what he was working on. "Mm, I thought I could come and see if everyone in here is working.. I didn't expect to see one of my strongest knights to be in here." Mike laughed nervously, "Well, surprise?" He smiled, that awkward grin he always did when he was hiding something. Micheal raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "You should probably get going, it's, ahm.. Getting late." "Very well, then. Have a good night." "You too!"
Mike let out a sigh he didn't know he'd been holding. He turned back around, continuing his work. Something about Micheal made the tip of his ears burn...