Three years later...
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Xander
"King Xander, your latest reports?" King Derek, aka my uncle, asked at our quarterly meeting. We were all seated around a large round table with a black top on it, the surface so smooth and shiny I could see my reflection in it.
This time we were at his palace, we being King Derek, Queen Kelly, King Levi, and myself. I remember my father talking about how insufferable these meetings could be, but never fully understood until I had to start sitting through them myself. I had hoped it would have been more interesting too, being that I was related to two of the three at the table. But apparently not. It was all business at those meetings. Yippy.
In addition to these terribly boring meetings, we also had the council come twice a year to our ow
