Chapter 59: Prime Minister
It was Friday when the Prime Minister entered the receiving hall for our weekly audience.
He is still looking stiff with his sharp stares and full height as he paced quicker.
The Prime Minister is bringing his leather bound notebook tucked under his arm.
I was already sitting down, still guarded and a little bit withdrawn. It felt like I'm not entirely ready to face the public again or any of my officials.
The luncheon yesterday was one of my first appearances after the incident. And I only did it because I couldn't disappear that long or else my Department Heads would see me as incapable of sorting through my emotions.
“Good afternoon, Your Majesty," he did a neck bow and then sat down on the sofa across me.
“Good afternoon, Prime Minister," I replied.
