It shouldn't have been a surprise to find a certain man running down the hall. No one batted an eye when he did, neither soldiers nor servants paused at their frazzled appearance.
A young man dressed finely in a waistcoat was running as if he had run out of time. He held a pocket watch in his hand and was muttering to themselves. "Oh dear! Oh dear, I'm terribly late!" Blyke Edelweiss knew he shouldn't have been late at such an important gathering but he already was.
But the man stopped in his tracks when he saw His Majesty coming from another direction. They were dragging themselves through the hall, a practically gloomy aura around them as they soon met in the intersection.
"Your Majesty, My Sire!" He greeted them with a respectful bow and hid the pocket watch. Did His Majesty already notice he was late?
"Ah, Prime Minister Edelweiss, good to see that you are finally here." The King chuckled amiably.
