Meeting with the Lord Larks...

You stroll past the heavy marble doors into your grand throne room, your magnificent crystal throne reaching to the the ceiling of you palace high above those who would meet with you... The sounds of you heavy footsteps echo through the hall as you approach.

On a smaller more modest throne next to your own sits an older and wisend man, gray streaks running through his dark hair betray his age. He is your late fathers closest friend and most trusted agent the only man besides yourself to be granted the title of Lord in your kingdom, though he wields no where near as much power as your royal self... He rises as draw near..

"Good morning my lord" he says in a humble yet noble tone, refined by years of statecraft. You nod at him, "To you as well Sir Larks" you respond. "How was your night?" He asks "Didn't tire yourself out with the serving girls I hope?" He says in jest with a cracked smile... You laugh in response, moving the conversation alomg without answering... "What do we have to do today Larks?" You ask...

"Well my king..." He starts "The most important item of note is the meeting with the delegation from Lyria... Her ladyship, the queen of that land, is coming to offer you her hand in marriage in hopes that it might bind your kingdoms together..."

"That sounds important" you say "Why am I just now hearing of this?" You ask irratated at the delay. "Her royal messenger seems to have been waylaid upon his travels... He only just reached us last night"

You sit back in your throne, rubbing your head as you ponder what to do with such short notice... "Theres little time to prepare for such a meeting... The festivities on their own... Let alone the security needed for such a meeting" you sigh. "I will do my best my lord. There are several other things on the agenda but you look as though yoy would rather not deal with them at the moment... I would be more then glad to assist you in taking care if them if you wish?"