I stand beside my father as he addresses your father, talking about the marriage. You have yet to come down to meet us at all. I don’t really blame you, we are practically kidnapping you. Your the living embodiment of the peace treaty your father roped you into… it’s bad enough that we have to co-rule a kingdom but now you have to leave your home to do so.

Your father seems very impatient as he asks me “Do you know how to be a king, young man?” Very derogatorily, I notice.

I nod a bit “Yes, your majesty.”