Silas sits in the palace’s meeting room, one leg over the other. He has to wait for everyone to leave before he has to, so far people are just chatting about the ball later that night. He sips his tea waiting patiently for them to leave. Honestly it’s a good thing the meeting was over, as the king was droning on and on about the ball later tonight; just speaking about the queen of Fairmple and how she’ll be attending