The old king let out an exaggerated sigh, the kind that only comes from years of ruling an entire nation and being forced to answer to no one except your own whims. His voice rang out, dripping with annoyance, "This better be good. You know I don't like to be disturbed, especially when I'm at my downtime." He didn't even look over his shoulder, still enjoying the blissful solitude of his royal pool, the cool water gently lapping at the edge where he reclined.
The Crown Prince, always quick to take advantage of any moment, couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. "When aren't you at your downtime, Father?" The words were barely a whisper, but anyone who knew the Crown Prince's dry humor would've caught it. He even rolled his eyes for added flair.
