"In the palace courtyard, King Azar and his confidant, Idris, exchanged their usual banter. Servants bustled about, preparing the palace for the night ahead, when a sudden interruption came – a messenger bearing news of a visitor seeking an audience with the king."

"Azar's curiosity piqued, evident in the subtle raise of his eyebrow as he exchanged a glance with Idris."

"Well, well," "he mused, the corners of his lips twitching with restrained amusement." “Who could possibly be seeking my audience at this hour, Idris?”

"Idris, ever the man of mischief, leaned in with a playful glint in his gaze."

“Why, I took it upon myself to invite a guest to make a dull day a little more interesting.”

"Azar chuckled." “Dull? With you around, I hardly get a moment's peace."

"Before Idris could retort, the heavyset doors creaked open, admitting a figure into the courtyard."