cursed as he treated his swollen cheek, glaring at the goods he brought home with him. He felt embarrassed for spending money in that cursed area now.

doesn't know why the Dane told him to go to Portugal. Apparently there was a deal here he couldn't miss...? He didn't want to be here, but he didn't want to miss a deal, either.

lightly touched his side, wondering how he pulled a muscle there.

didn't see what the whole fuss was about with finally having a king again.

didn't know what to do with his time anymore.

leaned against a door frame as he looked outside, watching some snow fall.

fed his rabbit some carrots, watching her carefully. This was his excitement for the holidays.

finished off another massive painting and set it aside to dry. He was starting to run low on paints...

sat in his chair at home, sipping his beer. He had had a calm holiday so far.

sat in the centre of Amsterdam, watching as others celebrated.