The King sat upon his throne, waiting for the princesses to be brought into the hall sooner or later.
He noticed The Queen talk to one of the guards and rolled his eyes softly, there was no point with these people.
The prince still hadn't arrived yet, probably sparring like usual.
"The one day he actually has to at least act like a prince and he has buggered off somewhere."
Flint muttered to Chelsea, his wife.
He glanced towards his sword, it stood upright on a golden pedestal to his left, the sunlight reflecting on the jewelled hilt.
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He sat upright and waited for everyone to arrive.