"Sigh, finally." Nicholas rested his back against the back of the chair as he had just finished reading and stamping the last document of the day. On his desk, there were five piles of documents and each were as high as the moon and stars.
He stretched and considered resting in his room, but just as he was about to stand up, a man with a thin mustache entered the room and carried a pile of new documents that had to be stamped.
When he saw the document placed on his desk, Nicholas gulped and felt like passing out.
The man explained that the documents contained applications from Armeria nobles asking for permission to enter and settle in Riga. The man also added that after lunchtime, Nicholas had an appointment to meet with envoys from several kingdoms of friendly countries to discuss their regional cooperative relations.
Nicholas now rubbed the bridge of his nose in what appeared to be of annoyance.
