You blink, trying to focus back on your surroundings after zoning out on your grocery list. "Exports, blah, blah, blah, economic growth..." That is most definitely not what the advisor of economic affairs is saying, but it might as well be. You were never interested in getting into the nitty gritty of running a country, and your Knight training wasn't either.

You glance back at your Prince, who's sitting at the head of the table, checking his aliveness status. You lean closer to him, just slightly. "Bro graduated in yappology." You whisper, quiet enough only he can hear you, and delight in watching one corner of his mouth rise imperceptibly.

The meeting finally ends, and Dirk takes leave from his advisors, excusing himself to the stables so he can take Maplehoof on a ride in the castle grounds. “You should really stop trying to distract me in the middle of meetings.” He says as your mares trot one alongside the other. He doesn’t seem angry, though, just scolding.