"Grayson, come in. I must consult you about a critical issue."
Ambrosia was in her study, plant life all wilted and cleaned out by one of her assistants. She was staring at the pile of papers on her desk as usual.
There were eight other realms worth of news to sort through, public affairs, political issues. It never ended. She had eternity to live through, and eternity wasn't long enough to get through this pile that renewed itself with each gray day that rose. And now there was the coming debut of Cora's powers to plan for. Vampires from all over would soon be arriving, and just the logistics of that were a job in itself.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" Grayson asked her formally, his hands folded behind his back.
