The heavy doors slowly opened to both sides, as Arthur, clad in a black suit with a white flower tucked into his chest, strode in under the sunlight, his blond hair slightly dazzling.
Standing before the throne, he bowed in succession to the King and the Archbishop, then spoke unhurriedly, "Your Majesty, Your Grace, I am here to negotiate on behalf of the striking workers."
As a Labour Party Leader, Arthur was naturally the representative — the most suitable one. The nobles, who had long wished for the workers to return to work, immediately said, "Your Highness Fourth Prince Arthur, isn't this breaking the rules? Strikes are a means for you to defend your rights, which is fine, but you can't strike over trivial matters! You must understand, your strikes impact millions of people!"
"Since when did Baron Annabel start considering the people?"
Arthur turned around, smiling at the gathered nobles: "Previously, you never considered the lower-class citizens, did you, Baron?"