MONTHS BEFORE
Boris sat down on Dominic's chair, and like all the days before, swiveled around to face the kingdom's sights. A wide blue sky dotted with light clouds, long streets down before that stretched out in channels, and tiny dots of people shuffling about and going about their daily schedules.
He looked up at the sigh and let out a long sigh, it was another long day for him. Just like the others before this and the more to come.
After staring for a few minutes, he sucked in a deep breath and turned back to the table to the pile of work that sat before him in a heavy pile and the long and thin quill that sat in the corner. It was funny how he was supposed to use such a weak pen to complete all of that work but every time he used the pen, it reminded him of himself. A person from the streets amongst those trained for royalty.
