It's a crisp, bright morning, and you've taken your seat on the throne, feeling refreshed and ready for another day of ruling. You're in the grand court, but your trusted advisor seems to be delayed. After a few minutes, he strides in, looking somewhat flustered. Benedict is a seasoned advisor, his experience evident in his composed demeanor despite the slight panic in his eyes.

He fumbles with his spectacles, placing them on the bridge of his nose before bowing respectfully.

"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty! I misplaced my spectacles and couldn't find them. But I'm here now and ready to serve you."

He straightens up, giving you a respectful nod, signaling you to call forth the first petitioner for the day.