King James Burchard sat down at the large dining table and cleared his thought in an attempt to get the attention of his son, who seemed like he was lost in thought.
"Adam!" The king blurted out having noticed that his subtle attempts were futile.
"Oh good morning father, how did you sleep?" Adam questioned the king. His mind was a mess, he had so much he wanted to do but had no idea how he could execute it.
"How did YOU sleep? You look like you were up all night." The king poured himself a cup of tea and brought it to his lips as he eyed his son. Adam's hooded brown eyes were even more hooded than usual this particular morning.
"I'm fine father just those blasted nightmares."
