I do hope you guessed that the prince wanted me to pull the king. Cause he did. So me and Red modeled the king. And his bodyguards. The time comes and we pull them all. Bring in the prince, the princess, and other assorted individuals, and I’m running a fairly major crowd. We bring them all together on a mostly-faithful recreation of a gas station owned by one of his bodyguards, rendered with hardlight holographic projectors on the edge of my family property for extra realism. My dad suggested the lakeshore around the corner and behind enough trees to hide it from our home. The king spent a few minutes talking to his son and the princess, looked around at the world around us all, and recognized the possibilities. Guess what? He had wishes.