*Princess Belasarius*
Never before had I so longed for death. I thought I knew what torture was, but sitting there listening to a bunch of old men act like they DIDN’T want to bash each other’s brains in with a cotton gin redefined torture. One would think that would be the highlight of a day, but the men were TOO good at covering up their abject hatred for each other, which resulted in just another bland meeting between old dignitaries and my father, none of whom knew how to get to the BLOODY POINT!
“Next on the docket, I would like to address the minor skirmish our forces had on the northern border,” said Rutledge.
“Which your men launched unprovoked,” barbed Samuel. I perked up; this was more my speed. Tension, the grinding of gears, the potential for violence, having to navigate a pair of bruised egos ready to strike.