DEREK'S POV

"The King requests for your Presence your highness," Lucas said, facing the ground.

"Tell him I'm busy. I'm in no mood to see him this morning," I flipped through the pages of the book on my table, frowning. Knowing the King, he would try to keep me tied to him, boring me to death with his numerous meetings with the council. I wonder if they never got tired of hearing each other's voices. They never for once ran out of things to talk about, instead they keep coming up with different things that needed to be addressed.

"Alright, I'll pass your message across," Lucas replied and turned to...