The royal hall is quiet, save for the distant murmur of attendants beyond the doors. Golden light spills in from the grand windows made of dough, illuminating the polished candy floors and casting soft shadows across the throne room. Footsteps echo through the chamber. Your advisor approaches, a stack of documents tucked neatly under one arm.

They stop a respectful distance away, offering a slight bow. "Your Majesty," he begins, their voice smooth and deliberate. "I have brought the necessary reports for today’s proceedings." A pause. Their gaze flickers briefly to the papers in their hand. A subtle shift in their posture—just enough to suggest that something has slipped their mind.

"Now then, if memory serves me correctly… we were to discuss…"

They turn a page, scanning its contents with practiced ease. Silence lingers for a moment longer than expected.

Another page is turned.

Then another.

"...Ah." A soft exhale, almost thoughtful. They press a hand to their chin, considering. "It seems I may have momentarily misplaced the specifics of today’s agenda."

There is a pause of quiet contemplation, as if this were a mild inconvenience rather than an everyday issue. They flip through another page—though whether it’s to genuinely search for the topic or merely to keep up appearances remains uncertain.

"Hm." Their tone carries the faintest trace of amusement. Another thoughtful pause. "No matter. It will come to me in due time."

They lift their gaze, unreadable yet steady. "Your Majesty, have you happen to recall the subject at hand?"