"...Inoui!" Solomon's face lit up in surprise by Hokusai's eager, and aggressive, movement; but despite his surprise he truly did enjoy her innocence and happiness. It was like a breath of fresh air being around her, reminding him of his late wife Sheba. Perhaps less so for her appearance, but for her behavior. Happily following Hokusai, the King of Magic closed his eyes to reminisce on this moment. The sensations triggered a particular scene from his past that he was fond of, causing a smile to spread across his face. He rarely let his mind linger on his late wife, it pained his heart too much knowing the years that he had wasted with her before he left Jerusalem and she passed away. But nonetheless his mind's eye could see her clearly, as if she was right there in front of him in that moment.
There he was, sitting on his throne in the palace at the heart of Jerusalem. It was a scene that, when he was feeling down, he would revisit for the warmth it brought his heart. A much younger Solomon sat atop the throne, built from the finest oak wood and erected at the top of a steep set of marble stairs in the throne room. Back then Solomon was a much colder monarch, and he wasn't even known as the King of Magic. But it was a stark difference between the Solomon of today, a warm and human King of Magic, than the Solomon of ancient times, the emotionless ruler. He sat on the throne with his chin in hand, staring off into space. The throne room was silent, not a soul in sight, when suddenly the doors burst open. But the sudden commotion didn't break Solomon's concentration, he just continued his day dreaming undisturbed by what was happening around him.
His concentration was soon broken by Sheba, his wife. He was yanked from the throne as she grabbed his hand, as the same look of surprise spread across his face. "...Sheba! What is going on?" Were the only words that the King of Israel could muster. "Ufufu, I'm so happy~! Come my king, come see your son!" He couldn't help but smile, her warm hand wrapped around his perfectly as she pulled him from his throne. "W-What happened, Sheba?" It was all he could muster in the moment, stuttering over his own words like he often did with various incantations when he practiced his magic. "There's no need for words my love~!" She chimed in response, happily skipping down the hall while maintaining her tight grip on Solomon's hand.
It wasn't long until they arrived in Rehoboam's nursery. There he was surrounded by Sheba's three handmaidens. They were surrounding Rehoboam, all smiling and clapping for the child. Once they heard Solomon and the queen enter the room, they made way for them and spread out around the first born son of the King of Israel. In that moment, as Solomon's gaze met his son's, he saw him taking his first steps. "All by himself, my king. Isn't it beautiful?" Sheba asked, resting her head on Solomon's shoulder as the couple looked at their son. Solomon couldn't help but smile, and shed a single tear as the cold fortifications that surrounded his heart thawed ever so slightly. He let his own head tilt toward the right, to nestle against Sheba's as she cuddled with him.
"Israel...huh?" His vision returned to the present as he listened to Inoui's question. Solomon wasn't entirely surprised that she hadn't heard of the ancient kingdom. It had been long forgotten in history, with only certain groups in Tobusekai recalling its existence, a kingdom that he had ruled nearly 800 years ago. It was both beautiful and sad that Israel's name had been forgotten to history, but in its own way it proved Solomon's philosophical ideology. When he abdicated centuries ago, leaving the throne to his son, he made the decision to not intervene in the kingdom's affairs. His time, after all, had come to an end. It was no longer his place to rule it or interfere in its destiny. It was a kingdom that was eventually driven to ruin after Rehoboam's reign. "Well...you see.... I was it's king. It was a beautiful place...."