_{His head snaps to the source of the voice, the former king’s visage obviously darkened and turned grim from hearing the title so easily tossed at him. It was no secret that the male detested being called ‘king’ above anything. But he says nothing, letting the unknown person stand there. “Why a riddle of all things.” He presses his lips into a thin line as he mauls it over, eyeing the stranger in front of him. Though it does not take him all too long to figure out the  answer to the riddle posed to him. With a sigh he parts his lips to answer it, despite the rather unwilling feeling. “After fall comes winter, where all living things either die or freeze in waiting for spring to come again.” He leans back again, his arms folding across his chest as he nods.}