[color=Chocolate][h3][u]Morgan Hazelnut - Flan[/u][/h3][/color]

[color=Chocolate][i]Eh! W-was that the black king?[/i][/color] Morgan was dumbstruck by the sudden call out behind the doors from such a feminine voice. [color=Chocolate][i]Sure, I guess king is more of a traditional title, but why not just call yourself queen instead. Either way, I suppose I should get in there, but what do I say?[/i][/color] Flan quickly discarded the stake that was previously made, and quietly slipped into the room. [color=Chocolate][b]"Pardon me..."[/b][/color], said just barely under breath when entering the presence of the king. There were two girls ahead, both very stunning. It seemed they were talking about something, but whatever that was, was over now. 

The one that sat upon a shining black throne was no doubt the queen, er king... And thus, the object of Morgan's passion. The king didn't look all that evil, perhaps a bit bored or depressed or maybe just tired. In any case, not at all like in the rumors sent Morgan's way. Of course, this was also the first time that it was apparent that the ruler of black was actually a woman. Everyone just called her king. Morgan decided that if it really was the search for the truth that burned a passion within, than it would be best to go ahead and disregard all rumors and take her for who she is. Morgan did notice though the hilt of something tied to the king's waist, though was unclear as to what it actually was.

The other was an obvious magic caster and by the looks of it, the first to arrive. The caster's avatar was beautiful in it's own right, nowhere near as intriguing of the king's overall aura, but honestly just looked like click bait for an online ad. This might have been a bit harsh for the way Morgan perceived the caster, but magic was something that never set well. Although powerful, and fun to wield to just blast everything in the way, it lived on a set of rules different from the real world and came off as more of a convenient plot device or a good excuse for the unrealistic.

Flan walked up and took a spot behind the caster and a little to the right. This was the order that they entered the thrown room, and thus the order that felt most comfortable. Morgan fumbled a bit trying to get out any words that came to mind when addressing the king. [color=Chocolate][b]"...ah. Thank you for seeing me, your que-kingship... My name is Faln. Sorry, I flubbed..."[/b][/color]