Order them to finish dressing you.
From Create Your Own Story
The slaves finish their oils and don you in your finest wolf skin robe, then hilted at your side an ornamental sword given to you by your father for the deeds at Rivera. Finally you step out of your chambers and leave your slaves wanting more of you. Let everyone love, fear, and want me you think as your stroll through the stone hallways of the Seven Mountains toward the throne room.
Your nation is a marvel of architecture. As the name implies it contains seven mountains. Each of those mountains your people have built into a giant city with many tunnels and halls for its citizens. None of the mountains are really that tall so fortunately none of them contains year-round snow. You head to your father's throne room which is located at the top of the mountain. The throne room is basically a giant balcony that has been hacked out of the mountain. This gives the throne room a majestic view of the lands below the mountain. Arriving at the throne room you see your father and several generals looking over a giant map spread out on a table. It appears you will be going to war after all. In your nation and the entire world for that matter polygamy is the dominant form of marriage. Your father has seven wives, that means of course that you have many brother and sisters to compete with for the throne. There is also a big age difference between the two of you. While your father is nearly seventy you are only seventeen with your mother being thirty-six. That however is also common in this world.
You embrace your father. Having so many siblings you often don’t get to be alone with him, he must have called you here for a good reason.
“Sit down my son.” Your father gestures to a nearby chair which you make yourself comfortable in.
“Faust my son, I always saw you as my most successful offspring.” You grin with joy, your father never reveals his feelings to you and your siblings. If only your brothers were here to hear this. Then your father continues. “You will succeed me one day and you have it within yourself to one day become a powerful king. But now I need you for something else.”
“Anything my dear father.” The old man just made you his heir. This is the best day of your life.
“I have decided to enter an alliance with Ugarit, soon we will be at war with Hystardium.”
“Excellent decision father!” You reply.
“Yes, yet we still need to make it official. An Ugarit princess while be arriving to take care of the diplomacy. I want you to escort her through our lands. Meet her where our borders meet. You will leave tomorrow. That is all.”
You leave the throne room in a euphoric state. All you can think of is being king, thoughts about the mission are far from your mind as the sun begins to set.
