A new day at court

As you enter the throne room, the murmuring and whispers stop, the small groups standing around dissolve and everybody is getting to their places. Servants bring refreshments and small snacks for those requiring it. You wonder what the day will have in store for you and try to read the faces of your council. Marissa has excused herself from court, claiming to feel unwell. Lord Gilbert gives you a stern look as you take a nip from the simple silver goblet a servant brought you.

Again, the court proceedings take up the better part of the day. Emissaries came and went, scrolls of parchments changed hands, proclamations were read...all in all, rather dull etiquette, procedure and ritual. Perhaps, you muse in a pause, it was time to create a sort of office to at least sort the minor issues from the big ones. For now, you felt it was a good learning experience. Moreso than the lessons you had as a child and adolescent. How boring they had been. This was boring, but at least you were in charge now. Mostly, at least.