"Lukas, what are your thoughts on this?" The king asked, handing me a document.
It had been scrawled and scribbled on so much that it was barely legible, but I made do.
"Twelve people on the council, including Her Majesty and yourself. I'm to be named royal advisor, and will lead the council when Her Majesty and you are unable to make it."
I shrugged. "It's a good idea sire, though I wish I wasn't the royal advisor."
"Shut up, Lukas, you're the best choice, and you know it." The queen said, "But that's not the part we wanted you to see. Look further down the page, near the bottom."
