The Peasantry

You had no idea what was brewing right under your nose: rebellion. The dissatisfied and frustrated of your realm, the craftsman and innkeepers, the fisherman and laborers, all over taxed to fuel your lavish lifestyle and royal privilege, had finally been pushed to far and would suffer you no longer on the throne.

Ignorant of what was coming you went about your day as normal, rising from your plush bed and shedding sleeping clothes woven of silk to don your royal regalia. You broke fast of fine honeyed bread and cheese uncaring of those that yet starved on the streets: they where filthy commoners who had earned their lot in life after all by not being born of higher status.

With your food done it's time to be about the day's business. What is the first duty of your day?