The Ruler of Taranis

"Father, are you in there?"

Asher knocked on the door to the office. He followed the king out of the ballroom but lost sight of him as many people swamped him asking about the meaning of that unexpected dance. He could only escape the crowd by now.

The monarch was startled and showed the papers into his secretary's arms.

"Hide it!"

His son was just too good at sniffing out the secrets and this matter was still sensitive.

"Ehem, come in," the king called, and the doors opened as the crown prince sneaked inside.

"Oh, Sir Dewitt is here, too?" His eyes curiously landed on the papers the secretary was holding and the aide quickly hid them behind his back.

"Your Highness… We were talking about some state's affairs…"

"So late at night? If mother knew she would be nagging you nonstop… Either way! Father, what was the meaning of that?"

Asher quickly asked about the topic he was interested in the most.