Initially brandishing the the mop at her as if it were some form of sopping wet and sudzy spear, the tiny creature listened as she spoke.
"Oh ho! The mighty beast shows interest in my attire?" It responded. The startled fear she had seen before beginning to melt as he stood more calmly with mop in hand, a pinch of ego clawing it's way into both his stance and voice as he continued.
"Tis' a souvenir from my... well, former kingdom, and a gift from a fair a lost maiden." He says before posing on one knee. The candlelight glinting off the armors lustrous surface as she could have sworn his cape flapped for a moment in an unseen and unfelt breeze. "With a shine earned by many hours of polish...." He says, quickly grabbing a laced rag from within his belt and dabbing at a spot of soapy water from the flipping mop that had landed on his breastplate."...And care. Sadly, dish soup and pot oils do little to keep it that way." He grumbled with sagging shoulder. Now seeming to remember that he was washing floors and dishes instead of entertaining guests. Even so, Cobalt , and perhaps even the newest customer to Grilby's, could have seen themselves in the pristine surface of the armored plates as he pulled the bucket back to a more functional position.
"Ah, but where are my manners, I am 'King Knight'!' He introduced himself, proudly with a puffed chest and flourish of his mop before dropping the end into bucket. Lest his pay suffer, he may have at least gotten back to work as he continued the conversation. "And whom might you be?"

Name: King Knight.
Although My Liege or You're majesty will also suffice.
Certain peasants of fond association may refer to his highness as 'Karl'. Those who refer to him as a "Decadent Dandy" do so at their own peril of mild annoyance and threat of stained glass confetti.
Gender: Male
Height: 3'2''
Powers/Abilities: A running theme song which plays along to his actions (decidedly 8bit), Bursts of lateral speed, rather impressive jumping prowess, plot sensitive stamina, and the ability to call confetti to rain from the sky (which may or may not contain stained glass).
The powers of his highness is limited in comparison to the other members of the once illustrious and exclusive Order of no Quarter, but is confident in their splendor none the less.
Occupation: Dishwasher at Grilby's.
Residence: Snowden.

Bio/History:
Hailing from a land of adventure, Karl was once a lord of the land and ruled with... questionable, efficiency. Not much is known about the decadent and enigmatic figure that would eventually gain his true fame with the rise of the Tower of Fate'. The tower of fate, a dark Tower of unknown and terrible magic rose from the very ground and soon with it, an enchantress. Seeing the despot that was Karl, she took him under her wing as she did for many others who would eventually become her 'Order of No Quarter'. Once in her favor, he was granted both lordship of and the lands of 'Pridemoor', using it's castle as his lair from which he he ruled with tyranny in the name of the Enchantress. Living his decadent life alone with servants to tend his whims.
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But, all good things must come to an end.
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Beaten by a hero brandishing a shovel in single combat, King Knight returned to the tower to lick his wounds and polish his armor (which had been terribly scuffed in the fight), waiting for the chance to strike back against he who had challenged his honor and fashion sense! As he waited, more and more knights of the order began to return to the tower. All had been defeated by their shovel wielding foe until all of the order had returned! Outrageous! How could a simple man with such poor choice of weapon and blue horned attire beaten his companions, let alone himself! The Nerve!
It was only a matter of time until their shared foe arrived, but none had expected him to arrive during their dinner. Let alone crash through the ceiling.
One by one they took turns attempting to best their foe and one by one they were defeated. Again.
With none to block his path to the Enchantress , King Knight did the brave thing after seeing the Knave off with a few cutting words....
He ran away to his castle.

A battle raged atop the tower of fate which all the land may have seen as the the blue horned knight of the shovel faced the enchantress. But, as all other had before her, she fell. With the defeat of the enchantress the world was set 'right' again. What this meant for the poor king knight was the rightful ruler of Pridemoor was returned to his throne. King Knight now serving a terrible and degrading sentence as a servant of the castle. Doomed to wash and polish for the rest of his days. Something which took our dear King Knight barely a year to grow weary of. The enchantress HAD to still be out there. The shovel knight had spared him and his companions after their defeat, why would that have changed at the final hurdle of his quest? A glimmer of hope returned to his eyes that day beneath his helm. Perhaps if he could find her, she would return him to his rightful place as the lord of another land! He at least deserved to rule over something more then a cot in the... ugh... servants quarters... With nary a luxery beyond three square meals a day, a simple bed and a dental plan. No cakes? Now grand balls in his honor? How DARE they treat him in such a criminal manner! With a blast of confetti and some bruised kneecaps later, the intrepid and dashing King Knight hurtled through the castle. Jumping, sliding, and throwing confetti, he annoyed his way with great valor through the castle in a daring robbery and escape before reaching the roof a small sack of gems and the kings crown richer. How else might he finance his reclamation of his kingdom or mistress? Besides, how could he return to her side without a tribute of apology for his failures before. The crown, of coarse, he kept for himself. With guards closing in, King Knight dashed to a catapult along the castle ramparts and loaded himself into the bowl, thrusting a diamond into the hand of the decidedly equine peasant operating it and demanding to be shot. The sot had the terrible nerve to complain that it was not properly calibrated and that he could end up anywhere, but another gem in his hands quieted him. With a pull of the lever as the king's men burst onto the roof, he waved a mocking goodbye before he was sent soaring into the heavens, leaving the castle behind as a mere speck in the distance behind him!      ..... and the town.... and the land.... and the everything..... Oh... That was a mountain coming right at him, wasn't i-
CRRRRAAASSHH!!!!!


Aching, bruised, but otherwise still in one piece, King Knight awoke to a snow covered land. Getting to his feet, he had lost his sack. the crown lay atop his brow as normal, but his ill gotten wealth was gone.... how would he appease the enchantress now? He could barely see his reflection in the golden armor that was now smudged... broken.. dented.. and with no servants to fix it worst of all. Hm... how would he dig himself out of this one? With no sun and surrounded by snow it seemed like the place the enchantress might have taken refuge... but how had he even gotten here? He was smacking into a mountain a second ago....
...No matter, what mattered now was that he find something to repay the enchantress with when he found her again. But that was a hard bargain. He was not the only one in this strange place. It would appear there was already a monarchy here! What rotten luck. Even so, as insulted as he was, they did not seem to be aware of his exploits or his presence. But once again, that was the least of his problems. With no servants to bring him his food and no money to pay someone to do it... and against his own pride... he needed a job. Luckily his time as a servant himself had taught him to clean quite well, eventually earning him the lowly position of dishwasher at a somewhat local eatery... a position far below his stature, but he would take it none the less. For his pride he needed a grand gift for the enchantress, for which she would sadly have to wait. He needed a little progression first. First dishwasher, then cashier, then manager... and next... who knew what came next! First [insert establishment here], then, the underground!

If only the dish piles would stop for a second and he could actually plot out his master plan....

Theme:
https://youtu.be/4uOuLH5xKVc

Voice/Personality:
https://youtu.be/4iCzOllSjLU