Lol, neither do IIIIII /3
He choked on the fresh brew of tea he had, coughing a little before wondering who could be at the door at this time of night...and more than thay, who ever would come to the "Fearsome" ruler!...Never mind that though, he sat down his cup and walked over to the door, due to his size and height, the steps of his feet were quite honestly loud, he placed his hand on the door...opened it, and..-
There was a young woman standing on the doorstep in the pouring rain, hem of her skirt muddy and torn, hair disheveled. Her face was tearstained and yet-she was carrying herself with as much dignity as she could muster, looking up at him.
"I-I'm really sorry...b-but could I trouble you for a place to stay the night?"