He was doing his usual chores: making sure the castle was clean, making sure everything was in order, making sure everything was normal. Keeping things in order on all fronts, so to ensure that things went on without a hitch. Although he was not allowed to directly interfere with the affairs of the kingdom — those duties being for the king, and the king alone — it was his duty to make sure everything else was as it should. If just one cog was out of place in the big machine, the king would struggle to manage the empire.
"Empire" was a loose term, in their case. While his king was certainly the owner of a nice little piece of village, the kingdom itself wasn't much compared to a typical, normal kingdom. It was only about a few hundreds of citizens, and really, managing it took very little effort when compared to bigger, more successful kingdoms. But then, the point of this kingdom's existence wasn't to become big and successful: not really. That would be nice, but there was an underlying need for it that had nothing to do with that, not bound by the expectations of human society.
It was during his time managing the kingdom that something came up. A small disturbance in the atmosphere of the empire; it wasn't much, but it was definitely trying to breach in. It didn't feel like a threat, but merely like a little something trying to merge into the kingdom's space and time.
The matter wasn't for him to settle: this was not his domain.
"King Koniglitch," he spoke as he entered the room of the young king, so as to bring along the matter to his attention.
"A certain matter requires your attention."The young king sat in his throne room, looking positively bored; but when his butler of black-and-white appeared, his interest perked up just ever so slightly.
"Koni," he insisted as the other came in.
"What?" he asked the older man, one who looked to be about in his early forties, but nothing short of healthy and attractive, despite slowly getting up there in age.
"A little disturbance in the space continuum," the older one explained, ignoring the comment on the name, and he raised an eyebrow curiously at the king.
"Surely you'd already picked up on it?"Koniglitch looked back at his butler with a flat look.
"A bit," he admitted, but his voice was uninterested.
"I didn't pay much attention to it." His butler replied nothing, and after a bit of silence, Koniglitch sighed through his nose.
"What do you suggest, then, Laurence?""It doesn't seem to be a threat," Laurence, the butler, said rather matter of factly.
"I would let it in, just to see what it is."Koniglitch tapped a finger on the arm of his throne; and then, he straightened up in his chair.
"Fine," he agreed before getting up, positioning his crown back into place and adjusting his large velvet cape,
"but send Dexter to take a look to make sure it isn't anything dangerous," he added, his tone taking a slightly more authoritative tone this time around, as he breathed deeply and closed his eyes.
"Certainly," Laurence assured, giving a short nod as he let the king do his magic — quite literally. There was a visible change in the atmosphere of the kingdom, and the little presence that had previously been causing a hiccup disappeared, as the two conflicted spaces and times merged together. The king did fancy a little dose of new in his life, and Laurence himself was curious to know what had caused that little breach in their kingdom.