Two years and a few months as king and Richard still couldn't bring himself to love the endless meetings that depicted his daily life as a ruler. Truth is, he was a warrior at heart; he always had been. Dangerous men with weapons attacking him, he loved and could handle. Rich men sitting around a table and arguing over matters he considered trivial on the other hand, not so much.
But the latter was what he had to endure if the great Kingdom of Cyrian was ever to continue existing in its might and prosperity and so, trying to be at his sharpest and not appear bored out of his mind like he really was, Richard looked up from the scroll he had been concentrating on to the throne room where one of the lords was speaking.
"I say it's about time we stopped the outside merchants from buying our
