I sit on the throne, crown on my head and perfectly manicured hands resting on my knees. Risha had gone over all the proper protocol for a King, or Prince Con-something. Doesn't matter, I get a fancy chair and hat.
The servants are running around, preparing everything for the feast tonight. Something about introductions into society. Either way, there is going to be some good food.
Across the hall, I see my queen. Tall, elegant lines and auburn hair. A secret smirk just for me, my own smile growing.
"You do know that you're not royalty until we're married, right?"