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James made his way behind the curtain himself, and when he was behind it, he called out to his guards. "It is fine now, let them in" A bit of arguing was heard, and it was probably the Royals trying to muscle their way through the guards to get to the door, only to have them open it and push their buttons because they had no key themselves. James outstretched his arms and made himself stiff for Soma to dress him. He didn't have to tell Soma, due to him knowing, but Soma could not look like he was touching him the way he wanted to. The curtain only covered your image, but not your shadow.
The Royals finally made their way in, and it was five of them. There was no need for all of them to be there, those old farts. James never complained though, and never had a place to do so. It was only in his private chambers that he'd be able to just rage or rant to himself, but ever since Soma came around, it was to him. It was what made James more calm then he really was. One of the Royals, who looked like a Wizard of some kind, due to a long white beard and small body, spoke to James as if he was his father. "My King, you must wake up earlier. This is not the way a King of your status should act" James opened his mouth to respond, but another Royal butted in. This time, it was an old woman. "If it wasn't for your constant need of lust, you could be a better King" James grumbled under his breath, seriously, those old farts and their traditions and expectations. It could drive any normal man insane.
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