“There has to be a better system than this,” Kinza said to herself.
Did you say something, Your Highness? one of the four attendants in Kinza’s spacious office asked.
Did you say something, Your Highness? No, it’s nothing, Kinza replied. It was, in fact, not nothing. She had been given the largest office in the Grand Hall temporarily for her personal use. It seemed gigantic when her advisers had presented it to her, but it quickly filled with mounds of papers, proposals, books, and scrolls that had been put on hold. Now that Kinza was queen, it was her duty to take care of these things. The problem was there was no organization to anything. She didn’t know what needed to be done first and didn’t know what half of them even meant.
No, it’s nothing, Actually, Kinza said. Would you be able
