Sleep, Just Sleep

AYLETH

The messenger bowed before them both, but his eyes were on Falek. 

"Sir, the King has asked that you inspect the guard this morning in preparation for the festivities tonight. He will have them display for the royals prior to the meal."

Falek swore under his breath and Ayleth fought a small smile. She'd known her father would likely choose every pomp for the feast that evening—a symbol of the newfound unity between the Kingdoms, the royals would promenade through the city prior to dinner. Ayleth had hoped for something like this to take Falek away from her today, but her parents had been so busy preparing for the signing, they'd obviously left some details for today.

"I will inspect them in an hour, tell the King that—"

"My apologies, Sir, but the King has asked you to come right away. The guard are to carry gifts to the poor this afternoon, and will need to feed themselves and prepare—"