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You're surprised to find that the clothes are actually of pretty good quality - almost like they're real things that a king would wear! Of course, they're several sizes too large for an average person, but they feel hella comfortable...
You grin, realising that you can't pass up this opportunity, and quickly undress. Once you've stripped down to your underpants, you start pulling on the clothes. The silk undershirt goes on first, and drapes loosely off your shoulders once it's in place. You pull the pants on next, and tighten them up with the leather belt. Then, you put on and button up the main shirt, and clasp the red cape around your neck. Finally, you pull on the shoes and place the (surprisingly heavy) crown on your head, then take a look in the mirror.
Only to find that it's not there anymore. In fact, the entire room has changed - you're now in what appears to be the throne room of a castle. The room is in oddly good condition, albeit deserted. Delicately woven tapestries hang on the walls, emblazoned with various symbols - lions, bears, eagles, and, strangely, overweight men. Golden light streams through the windows, but they're too high for you to see outside. You look around the rest of the room, turning slowly, taking in as much as you can. Eventually, you see it - the throne itself. You unconsciously begin walking towards it, then seat yourself in it slowly. The chair creaks slightly under your weight as you lean back into the cushions, and you sigh happily and close your eyes.
You wake, with no memory of falling asleep, still seated in the throne. The room is now lit with candles - it must be nighttime. Alarm bells go off somewhere in your head, but you ignore them; you're still sleepy. You yawn and stretch, then heave yourself out of the chair with a bit of difficulty and walk towards the doors. Walking is harder, for some reason - you feel much heavier than you should, and your centre of gravity is way off. You quickly discover that it's much easier to waddle, and reach the doors within a few minutes. Your stomach growls loudly as you push the doors open, and you look into the corridor beyond.
Hopefully there's a banquet hall or something in this place...
As if in response to your unspoken request, the scent of baked bread and cooked meat wafts down the hallway. Instinctively, you follow the smell, ignoring the extra alarm bells ringing in your head. The hallways are, like the throne room, lit with candles, and you quickly find your way to the source of the smells - the dining room.
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