His mind just would not let him rest. It was already late, but shutting his eyes was the last thing his body wished to do.
He squinted his eyes, feeling the strain of working on his computer. Then, he removed his glasses, wanting to relax for a few minutes.
"I need a drink." King Lance finally concluded, thinking he had had enough of working for tonight. Besides, it was useless when he was hardly getting any job done.
He usually never recourse to alcohol, but tonight was an exception. He just wanted to sleep without all his thoughts jumbling inside his head.
He knew he had to decide soon, but being King seemed easier than simply being himself. Negotiating for the Kingdom, settling disputes among his people, and trying to be the father of the Nation seemed far less complicated than his life.
"But whoever said having all this title would make life easier was lying." In his opinion, the more power a person possesses, the more challenging life becomes.
