As Fennel greeted delegates from the neighboring kingdom, the hours passed. After agreeing and dismissing various trade terms, the young king was ready for a moment of peace. It had been a long day dealing with matters related to the kingdom, and his bottom began to get sore from sitting upon the throne.
"There's one more person here to see you," Miles announced as he led a pair into the throne room.
Fennel's ears perked up as he saw Marigold, Oliver's mother, enter the room. Beside her was a young, teenage boy.
He watched as the pair bowed to him. "Miss Marigold, it's pleasing to see you well."
"My king," she began. "I'd like to take you up on the offer to work in your kitchen. But I would like to request your court bard take this young man under his wing."
Oliver had a huge smile on his face when he locked eyes with the young, white-haired man next to his mother.
