I have no time to mourn my father after his funeral. We bury him in a ceremony fitting of a king, one of the most lavish burials I have ever seen. I could not appreciate the splendor or elegance of that day we honored the Starsands King, though. In my eyes, everything was black and dull. But that day is in the past, and my chance to mourn is passed. I have a kingdom to run. I have always wanted the opportunity to sit in the small council, deliberating over the kingdom’s expenditures, foreign policy, and elaborate occasions which would be worthy of the crown’s support. As much as I enjoy the work, it certainly has come at quite a price. I would take my father back over having this power in an instant if I could.
I sit now with Lord Pilaf, the incumbent Hand, who I already know I intend to
