She looked at the empty throne next to her. The King had told her he had to see the governor in the nearby province, and since he was gone since dawn, she figured it won't be long before he'd be back. She had taken up the duty of listening to the hearings of the people of the Kingdom, coming to a swift decision before beckoning the next person forward. Clearly, Zavian trusted her enough to handle it, but Jasmine doubted that was all to it. This was menial compared to the grit of the work he got himself in, and she wanted more of those more involvement in complex matters where her sage could be picked.
A guard stepped before her and bowed in greeting. "The King has arrived." He announced. Butterflies took up residence in her stomach. She controlled herself not to run out then to greet him first, and a certain pride swelled in her when she saw Zavian riding through the gates on the white stallion, golden hair sweeping across his face and leaving a wake of dust behind him.
