Chapter 334 - Therapy for the King

About a week later, Crisa was finally ready to ask King Zar the big question! No not like that, I mean she is ready to advise the King about dealing with this rage. Typically he is great compared to Kings who have attitudes equal to hogs but the better he gets, the richer Crutal Kingdom gets.

Knowing the King's schedule, she made her way down to the training room. It can be considered a bas.e.m.e.nt actually, but it was most appropriately named as the royal training room. The King has a great physique although he isn't jacked at a 6/6 scale. We can consider it 4/6, and he wants to put in work in order to maintain that physique.

The King would be alone, meaning she wouldn't embarrass him or shame him in front of everyone else, no one would appreciate being called a unstable man. She could of could of course address this at midnight since the King doesn't sleep, but that's not a good idea.

One reason is that the King has more odds of having his nerves screwed or would be drunk. The second reason, is that if he is drunk again the situation might turn for the worst. She is attractive and his nerves are more than screwed enough to cloud his logic drunk or sober. It might turn for the worst.

With a bottle of water along side with cups, she knocked on the royal training room before coming in. The King answered, "Come in."

"I hope you don't mind, but I've brought you some water. My father told me that the Guards drink it a lot while training." Here of course she is showing good will, in a way caring for the King's well being in two ways. Hydration and mentality.

"Oh..." King Zar didn't know how to react, this is rather unusual and the maids rarely serve anything outside of the Kitchen or Dinning room. "Thank you, you can set it down there." He pointed at a little table, close to a chair. Obviously only he enters this training room.

Afterwards he reached for a rag close by and wiped off the sweat from his forehead along with what he could reach around the arms. He is aware that exercises force out a foul odour, and he tends to be private about it. It is why he has a private training room.

After getting the thought of sweat out of his mind, seeing that Crisa hasn't yet gone out he tried to ask as kindly as possible. "I'm guessing you have something to say?"

Breaking her out of her focus, that is... The focus on the King's arm size once in the middle of the exercise, oddly with no embarrassment she put that little scene behind and added. "Me and my mother have been consulting an important topic, and I think you should hear it too."

"What is it about?" King Zar asked in curiosity, feeling that his mind is a bit blurry due to last night's continued heavy drinking.

"I have been recently noticing that you are in very bad moods, late night drinking and stuff." It was hard for Crisa to put this in to word, it isn't easy to call a King unstable.

"Ohhh..." The King felt a bit of embarrassment, and further he disliked the fact that he can't express his pain more than the fact that it got directed towards him by a maid. Ego had small bits of work here, he added. "You came to tell me that I shouldn't drink?"

"In this case, that's like telling someone to stop drinking water. Your body doesn't need it, but your heart needs it to slow down the pain." Crisa spoke clearly and without hesitation this time, although she almost forgot where she is going with this. "I'm talking about a way to get rid of this heart pain, so you don't have to rely on Beer to do it."

At the very end of the sentence, his attention was grabbed completely and his facial expression shifted as if someone came in crackling explosive crossbows. One thing is for sure here, he is curious more than he is irritated. "How do you suppose we do that?"

"Look... I'm not qualified with it but my mother has a lot of experience... She helped a lot of neighbours overcome..." Again, she forgot what the official name for this term was so she started thinking.

"Trauma. Yes trauma. As far as she explained it, that's a bit like a brain shock and it requires the right words to cure it. Or else it would be hard to continue day to day life with it." At this rate she is trying to use the good words here, so the King doesn't send her out. This is indeed a sensitive topic.

"I doubt that I have a brain shock..." He added, knowing his very source of the pain. "I'm just not in a good mood these days, hundreds of people died in my watch."

"I know that. You are way too strong to get in a brain shock!" Crisa complimented, so she can have the honours of continuing this conversation.

"But at any case where the heart and brain needs to find relief, my mother can be considered over qualified." This is as if she pitched a business offer, but oddly it is working.

"That's never heard off... But I suppose the Kingdom deserves a King who doesn't waste his time spiraling down a bottle... I can't even think straight, I wasn't like this before." The King expressed his personal issues here more than he ever did to her.

"I'm happy that we reached an agreement my King... If it comes for what is heard off and what is not. You an consider this a luxury, you would have a super smart lady who can help you overcome any mental affair. The Kingdom will just progress if you progress." Crisa explained more, detailing topics that neccesarily can bother the King. Such as people thinking he has lost his mind.

"You saw your mother handling many cases?" The King planted a question which at the same time it is a statement. Able to think enough to form a business opportunity, he asked. "Did people perform better at work once they've gotten out of shock or felt a lot better?"

"Of course! Some people even thanked her with free boar meat, she helped a hunter overcome the fear of Bears." Crisa specified to spice up the conversation a little bit.

And of course he immediately asked. "So did he bring back better game?"

"He brought down a Bear!" Crisa had no hesitation to tell, which in another way proves another fact.

"I see two opportunities here." Zar answered right away, glad that he can talk business but of course he is a little bit dizzy. "Ugh wait no, three."

"I'm listening."

"Um this Magic your mother does... It can help me, it can eventually bring another source of profit and it can increase productivity. Oh also, there still is some illas propaganda here and there, can she fix those as well?" Zar asked after he stated the opportunities, realizing that he didn't count well again.

"Its actually not magic, she just knows how to help people feel happy independently." Getting back to the most important point, she answered the question. "Also yes, my mother can convince anyone to do anything, she can even teach a hound to not bark."

"Then it is settled, first she will have a few talks with me and if she is as good as you tell her to be, I will give her a building to manage along with a good salary." Able to think business-wise again which is great considering next month's expenses being 165k.

"If your mother can help increase overall productivity for at least 5% in a matter of months or a year come to think of it, that's a thousand steps closer to being indomitable." Such a small percentage might not be too great, but it is a step closer towards economic bliss.

"I'll even give her apprentices to control, the more the better right?"

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When Crisa explained it to her mother that she actually convinced the King, she almost choked on her bread. All she wanted to do was help the King, she didn't see monetary value in it. Well at least not directly.

The "Therapy session" was scheduled at Sunday, when most are away including Guards. So no one would walk in and figure out that the King might not be as stable and dependable as they thought.

As for Crisa's father, he immediately approved this activity. He loves the King and Crisa made him promise not to tell anyone, even the men at the Forge. Nope, not a single one. The last thing the Sire needs, is another Migraine.

"My King, first of all I'd like to thank you for understanding our point of view and approving this meeting." Tedradia thanked, starting off this conversation.

"Ummm... So how do we do this?" King Zar asked uncertain, afterwards adding. "Do you have powers?"

"No no. Just consider me as your auntie who secretly gives you the good tasting snacks." Tedradia planted the little seed here, and asked the burning question. "So can you tell me what has been bothering you, don't hold back."