The King sits upon a throne of pure gold. Well, it looks like gold. It probably isn't.
His servant looks at you and says,"So...you want to complain about feudalism? Well, I've got one thing to say, "
He laughs at you. "There is nothing you can do about feudalism! The King is to be worshipped like a God!"
The King gets down off his throne and shoves the herald aside. "Don't listen to him, he doesn't know the first thing about being King. Well, in truth, neither do I, but I try harder.
"I am Lord Sile, the King of Multern. (That's the city you are in.) I was not born to this position as a regular King would be, but instead I was chosen for this position. I know, I know. That isn't how Kings are chosen, but that's how I got this position.
I provide shelter for the people of Multern, and in return, they live here and pay the taxes I set. They also raise crops and give some to us, but unlike most Kings, I have my own fields to raise crops on. It's more like an honor to a peasant to have his food used by us at a banquet."
Leave the Throne Room.