I know I am evil; I don't update for ages, and when I do, you don't even know what happens to Frodo! Oh well, I will lead you into the politics of a certain land...

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I Don't Want To Be King, But If You Insist...

Croesus leant heavily on one palm as the advisor in front of him droned on about the state of the treasury's finances. What had started off as a number gabbling competition between Advisor Pericles and Advisor Orestes had now turned into a debate over the ethical problems behind charging people to use the public wells. The young Croesus had inherited the throne of Iphigenia at only the age of seventeen. Now twenty one, the gold throne had only become more uncomfortable and the jewel studded crown had only become heavier. This had to be the most boring job ever invented. The puffed up advisors didn't help either.

He looked out the window and saw that the sun had almost reached its zenith, the advisors had been at it all morning. Taking a deep breath Croesus sat up, hoping he would have to shout to control the advisors; he really wasn't in the mood for this.

"Enough! I will commission Advisor Roanus to organise the treasury since you bumbling fools clearly are not making any progress at all." Croesus stated. Unfortunately neither advisor heard. Croesus sighed and took another even deeper breath,

"ENOUGH! YOU ARE BOTH DISMISSED! Advisor Roanus will be taking your place as Treasurers."

Croesus snapped his fingers and two guards immediately sprung from their posts and detained the shocked men.

"Take them away, strip them of their rank, and banish them from the city. They have two days to get out of Cilicia."

Croesus chuckled. He loved any excuse to punish someone; it made life a little more interesting. As the guards led the men through the Hall of the Jade Phoenix and the Bronze Dragon, Orestes (no longer advisor) yelled something about his ancestry while Pericles shouted threats involving a large army. As if the fools would manage to overthrow King Croesus; Ruler of Iphigenia, Master of the Nine Bridges, Guardian of the Everlasting Peach Blossom, and Emperor of the Homeland.

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Advisor Roanus smiled beneath his stealth guard as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Croesus had just named him Treasurer.

Treasurer Roanus had him right where he wanted.

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I know that was super short, but the next chappie is almost finished! I will update not this weekend, but the weekend after. Too many Spring Concert rehearsals!