A King? Maker no, nothing so fancy. I'm what we call a Viscount, just a ruler of a city and its surrounding land. And it's not something I've made a big deal of, here or back home.

A little pissed that it happened, really. Turns out, you try engaging in some philanthropy, you get thrown under the carriage and made a ruler. It's a cursed position, you know. The last actual Viscount got his head lopped off, and the woman who took control of the city after him turned into a big crystal statue.