I'm not idle, I'm held back

She was sitting in a council meeting.

And it was boring. Very boring. It was also, however, important. Or. At least it was ostensibly important.

The downpour was an emergency for Nevremia. It was already a disaster, and while the rain had lessened in strength - for now - it hadn't stopped. Simply saying 'my husband is looking into what happened, he'll prove this is a magical curse' didn't solve anything...

And so she was in a council meeting listening to important men in Nevremia argue about what to do.

Ostensibly, it should be important, even if it was boring.

But she was beginning to doubt that it could be. Important. Or even useful. The men were arguing. They were arguing about. Nothing. They were just saying the same things to each other over and over again, and not listening.

"Your Majesty! If we allow the refugees to stay in the palace and the noble districts, we will be overrun by their filth-"

"-And where are we to put them-!"