Third Person’s POV
A glass paperweight shone colors of the rainbow against the paper tossed haphazardly upon the desk of usually incredibly organized King. Hands clasped behind his head, leaning back in his leather seat, Xavier Rosario wondered how attempting to look like he was slacking off in his duties as a King could cause him so much extra work. Without attending meetings, he was forced to read the recorded minutes which would be fine, really, were he able to get them directly from Virote Jung who is meticulous in nature and leaves nothing out. The problem is that he can’t ask him because that would suggest he’s paying attention which is exactly what he doesn’t want people to think. Bartholomew sends his notes automatically, updates and whatnot, but they’re not as competent or poigna
