Keep Dinner Warm Honey

Ísar was rubbing the sides of his head as a headache began to form. He was not made to deal with conversations steeped with conflict and Osayi's mischievous nature was not helping.

They were supposed to be discussing how to implement the addition of the paladins from Oduwaye, and they had been for the most part. Then it had gotten a little too heated when Osayi had given them unknown information surrounding why their little kingdom had such an issue with the growing appearance of all kinds of monsters.

Count Pierre was on his left, glaring at the snickering Prince Osayi who was sitting on his right. They had been going back and forth for the past thirty minutes or so and Ísar was ready to jump out of the window.

They had been in the meeting room for hours on end as soon as the king had woken up at the rise of the sun and it was already noon. He was almost missing his bone crushing trainings with Sir Erik and Gaston.