Tuesday, Westminster City, Buckingham Palace.
Within the grand and majestic palace, having just enjoyed lunch, Rod IV paced across the carpeted floor. He was dressed in a suit, with no crown on his head. The heavy crown was only worn on formal occasions. In private, comfort was naturally paramount.
Today, Rod IV looked particularly troubled, his brow furrowed persistently. One moment he stood by a window overlooking the garden, the next, he was at his desk flipping through documents, unable to settle down.
"Has Archbishop Brandon not arrived yet?"
"Someone has already been sent to notify him," the guard standing by the door immediately replied.
Stopping in the center of the room, Rod IV noticed the weather was rather agreeable and could vaguely see the sunshine. He decided to take a walk in the gardens of Buckingham Palace.
"Tell Archbishop Brandon to meet me in the garden."
"Yes."
