A figure calmly approaches the King on the way to the royal bedroom from the shadows, as though it had been there the whole time.
Rakam bows slightly in reverence then resumes his original position. "That was quite the parting speech, dear Albert, although I cannot help but note my etiquette lessons appear to have gone waste... Not that the Queen needs to know, the both of us know you'd never hear the end of it if she caught wind of the feast's proceedings. But who am I to speak about etiquette when I've failed to address my own liege properly? I suppose it is only appropriate that I refer to you as Your Majesty from now onwards; still, I might never get used to it, old men like me are all but painfully slow to adapt".
"Pleasantries aside, I look forward to continue serving Your Majesty to the best of my capacity, as I did before with your mother; you will soon find out there are other sides to me than that of the tutor of your childhood; namely, I've always been responsible for dealing with the more unsavory aspects behind defending the Crown and, should treachery arise within the court, being its eyes and ears. I will also continue to serve as your personal advisor, should you so wish, but I will hold no grudge if you'd rather have someone else at your side; I do, after all, still see you, to some degree, as that young boy who'd be raptured by tales of the heroes of old".
"For now though, know that the Queen wishes to see you in her bedchamber... At least she seems to be in a good mood, good luck, Your Majesty; if you have any questions as to my previous role, she should be able to answer your questions in far less biased a fashion than this humble servant of yours". Rakam pauses for a moment only to start chuckling softly."You might want to sober up first though, we wouldn't want her discovering her baby child had too much to drink, would we?"