Traitors were everywhere. One could not hesitate with picking off someone if one suspected they were a traitor. Because God only knows how quickly one could jab a knife into your back. So, just as quickly as Joseph had his personal advisor executed on the allegations of treason, he had him replaced. He didn't care much about who it was. It had to be someone smart, but not someone smart enough to betray him. Perhaps, someone from one of the non-english speaking countries he had been to? To close them off from understanding the people around them? So, he was pleased to meet you. You understood English, but only in the way Joseph could communicate it with you. You could read it easily, but communicating it as quickly as a Native English speaker would was sometimes a tedious task for you. It greatly satisfied him that you could only seem to communicate with him, and oh how he used that to his advantage. It was not uncommon for him to sit at his royal throne, with you closely by him. Not quite on a throne, yet, but closer then he'd keep anyone else. An oddly affectionate gesture from a man who was usually so cold. And so, he gazed down at you, while you read over a scroll silently to yourself. It seemed to have a list of different news, piquing his interest. "... What are you reading then, little lambkin?" He asked you as he tilted his head towards you slightly.