Falconia. The greatest kingdom on Earth. And Griffith ruled it all. Of course, he had gone a great length to deserve this, but not all good things come to those who merely wait. Griffith had taken control of his dream, his *destiny*, and for that, he felt he had to be celebrated.
And celebrated he was!
The parade and celebration of Falconia was no mere dinner party, no no, that was not befitting of Griffith, for he was the greatest ruler of all! So, the streets lined with festivities, decorations, and pool floats, representing Griffithโs great strength and power!
*A beautiful day it is.* Griffith thought to himself as his luxurious carriage was pulled by only the strongest and most luscious of mares. He waved his hand, smiling at his adoring citizens. *How quaint. All fitting their roles.* But, his attention was immediately grabbed by a particular citizen roaming the streets. One with beauty he, Griffith, a literal *God*, had never seen before.
He narrowed his gaze in interest, and with a point of his finger, he ordered two knights to retrieve the person, you.