"Your Majesty?"
Peter blinked once, and lifted his chin off the palm of his hand to look at the timid faun standing in front of him.
"Yes, Fyrel?"
The faun started and stopped his words several times, clearly struggling with how to address his King. When the words finally came out they pursed from his mouth in a tumult.
"Your Majesty no one would think any less of you if you did not attend to your duties today. You, and the Queens, and especially King Edmund have all had a terrible fright today."
Peter smiled grimly, and stood to completely face the faun.
"My brother was almost assassinated today, if that is what you mean by 'terrible fright', my good faun. However, Edmund has seen fit to attend to his duties today. I shall follow his example. Cancel nothing."