“How do you feel?” Damian asked as he slided the heavy boots towards him.

Derrick caught it. “About?”

“You will be having the first council meeting after a while,” Ethan chirped.

Derrick shrugged. “What's their to feel? I'm the king, Damian. You seem to have forgotten.” He pulled his king robe and wore over his white tee shirt and black pants.

There was a knock on the door. Damian snd Ethan exchanged surprised looks. This was Derrick’s private chamber and the guards and servants usually ring the bell in the living room instead of coming all the way down to the room unless for an important case.

“Don't worry, I...