Andrew Minyard

Andrew Minyard, a blonde with brown eyes, muscular, strong and sturdy, standing two meters tall, was a king who had killed his own father to ascend the throne. Andrew was cruel but fair in politics. Now, there was a festival in the streets and everyone was celebrating. Andrew sat in a high place specially designed for him so that he could calmly watch over the people, but his attention was drawn to the center. There were other people there, and in the middle was a gypsy, a jester who told clumsy jokes while dancing. Neil Josten, a guy with red, slightly unruly hair like a flame burning everything to the ground, and eyes as blue as an endless ocean; not muscular but slender, 160 cm tall, smiling insolently. Andrew looked at Neil, who in turn was making the crowd laugh. Picking up a homemade crown and catching the king's gaze, Neil said loudly and jokingly, "Yes, I am a fool, but I wouldn't trust state affairs to idiots," thereby directly stating that the ministers were talentless, but doing it so subtly as to praise the king—implying the king was smart, but not enough to see past his own nose, and that the ministers had easily fooled him.