Lance had been awake since the break of dawn, busy with one meeting after another. He had met with the Council to discuss the succession of the crown.
King Edward had been pressing for his retirement, and now the Council was pressuring him to marry his bride so they could proceed with the crown turnover.
Many would have jumped at the chance to be in his shoes. He was marrying a beautiful girl from a reputable family. Then, he would soon become King of this freaking Kingdom. But why did he still feel like it was his doom?
"Sir, your father wished to remind you about your lunch meeting with him in an hour. Then, your dinner date with Ms. McKinley." His secretary notified him as she placed some papers on his table.
Sometimes he wished that her secretary was not so efficient and would mess up with his schedule from time to time, just like today. Therefore, he would have an excuse not to spend a minute longer with his bride-to-be.
