Frank POV
I headed out to have dinner with King Toma. I like to call him Tom, or at least when we are meeting privately as we are this evening. For as long as I can remember, I have been in Japan helping him find the Demon Queen. A tricky witch as some Westerners may say.
Entering the private dining room, the King’s private apartment at the Golden Court Palace looks similar to the large dining area from the other night. Sitting down at my designated cushion on the tatami floor, I noticed the cushions were new. A few weeks ago, the cushions were a dark navy blue with intricate golden circles. Now, the cushions were a bright red with a similar intricate design. In front of me was a small wooden stand that my dinner would be placed on. With the same stand and cushion across from me. Sitti
