O rags to royalty

[Gadiva22]

The sat in his throne room. Je managed to scrouge up a bottle of clear sprits off unknown identity. He sat drinkingvthe bottle as he ate or rather picked at his food. He wasnt in the mood for visitors by word had come that one would be arriving today.he grunted in displeasure. His every fiber was soaked in alcohol but still he felt pain. Drink was no longer working to numb it. He hoped his visitor would make things quick as he had no intent on speaking much. He wanted to leave his throne room but knew he must be present for the visitor. He wanted to just go back to bed bottle in hand.