Part 5: Paul's P.O.V.

I walk into the room of pointless other royals that I'm going to have to associate with for one hour of the rest of the year... Wonderful. But I'm going to have to play them in order to benefit my kingdom. A butler comes up to me interrupting my thoughts, "Welcome to the dinning hall Prince Paul, I will escort you to your table." I just grunt in response we walk there and sitting at the table already was a guy with jet black hair stuffing his face, a girl with waves of fire for hair and a mallet about to hit the guy stuffing his face. A boy with grass green hair arguing with a girl with brown weirdly split hair, and a boy with auburn porcupine hair who's watching the others with a smirk on his face. I groan inwardly and think to myself could I have been stuck with anyone weirder? I sit down to my left is porcupine and to my right a empty seat I don't listen, but I catch the names of the others at my table Gary, Drew, Ash, Misty, and May with 2 empty chairs to my right. "Name's Paul" What is this the weirdest royalty's convention? I look down at my plate a t-bone, eggs, and coffee. I sighed this is going to be a long hour.