The royal court

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"This is Simon he was the right-hand man to the recently departed king". "And certainly investigating our dear King's death". "Hello there". "Are you really Lady Callies's son"? "You look just like the prince". "If I didn't see his body I would have said you were him". "Yeah, I get that a lot". "What's your name kid"? "Jonathan".   "Igthorn seat the boy the others are waiting to see the new king". "I have to go check somethings, "I'll be back before the meeting ends". Jonathan and Igthorn were both wondering what things he needed to check on. When an older man came to find them.   "Where have you two been". We're discussing the remainder of the church". He looked at Jonathan assessing him. "Are you the future king"? "Yes, I am". "Great firm confidence". The man escorted Jonathan to the chamber the meeting was being held in.   The few personal cooks served dinner as they talked discussing the state of the country and Jonathan's plans for the future.   The council came around to Jonathan and knew he would be the king they need. "That's the only thing we have today". "You may go to your room". He goes to the bed-chamber with two guards tailing him.   It was twice as big as the one he had with his mother. Furnished with only the fanciest furnishings and the absolute finest quality. A large nightstand with plenty of candles for light. A canopy bed with white and purple sheets. The whole room was oozing with regal elegance.   Jonathan sat on the bed and thought about his mother" he was worried about his mother". Wondering what she was doing but he knew his mother wouldn't miss his coronation. Then they will be able to be together. Living comfortably and happily after the coronation.  
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