I started this one earlier today, but I didn't really have anywhere to go with it. But I figured I'd throw it up anyways.
He felt his neck pop back into place as he tried to stretch out the tension that had been bilding over the last few hours. He certainly wasn't a bureaucrat, that much he could be sure. Even the few brief hours he had spent in the company of the royal oversight commision had left him exhausted and with knots of tension. Although if he was to be honest, he had only really been paying attention for about half of it. Most of the discussions had revolved around the shifting of funds from one branch to another and why the Queens favorite shade of Hellebore had not been recieved from the planting fields. Typical royal peddling
A pair of sharp dressed men walked past, each holding a clipboard and comparing figures. He could just hear something about the princess' wedding and a bouquet delivery truck before the men rounded the corner and fell out of earshot. The short hall which the meeting room opened out into fell silent.
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