King Roger’s POV
I called one of the maids to assist my wife out of her bed. It seems after 7 months of being pregnant, she can’t find her feet let alone the ground. Times like this is what I dread, the complaints and heaviness a woman gets but it will be all worth it once my son is out of her. I dress in my royal blue robe as well as my casual crown. I silently make my way to the grand hall where my family waits for me. I make my grand entrance and examine that all is in place before taking my seat at the front of the table.
Platters and saucers of food fill the golden table before me, I dive for the finest milk, freshest bread and fruits before everyone does as is the custom of Tanzanite. I eye the bread suspiciously and grab the closest maid by her neck. “Is this bread of wheat or barely?” I ask in a deadly calm voice. “One is of wheat and the other is of barely your Majesty.” she whispers in terror. I push her to the floor and throw the bread of barley bread at her “Common food must never be placed on the royal table, if I ever see that on my table again I’ll throw it to the guard dogs along with your body.” I say in a fierce voice. She mumbles an apology, bows low before rushing to the kitchen with the vile bread.
I turn to my children and command them to eat as quickly as possible. Juliet, being 13, must start classes on etiquette and stitching along with other language studies I couldn’t be bothered to concern myself with. As for the other 2 princesses, Dior and Crystal, they would continue learning the usual reading and writing in 4 languages which will be useful for them when they become of age. With a plan for all 3 girls all that had to be done is focus on them at their own times. Even my son, deep in Gloriana’s belly, was destined for greatness which was to rule over Tanzanite when the time came.
I finish the last of my berries and leave the table without a backward glance. All the guards and maids surrounding the table bow or curtsy according to their gender. Queen Gloria and the princesses bow their heads and wait until I leave the room before they resume eating. As I reach the stairs, I meet treasurer and royal Hand. They flank my side as we make it to treasure room. Every time the royal belongings of the King are counted and recorded I am always present in case either decide to steal from me. Nobody can be trusted in the palace, no matter the position they hold.
“Your Majesty, were you able to inform the queen and princess of the foreign royals that you invited in the upcoming month?” the Lord Bruke of Vinwick questions humbly. “No I have not informed my queen” I grumble as I let the treasurer lead the way with a torch “I shall let her know when it is necessary”. We continue along our path in silence until we get to a metallic a vault I personally ordered to be made for all the royal riches to be kept in.
The treasurer unlocks it with a heavy lock which is constantly around his neck and I rub my hands with glee as I gaze upon all the riches of the royal family and imported gold I’ve been able to get my hands upon over the past years. I order the others to start counting the different piles of gold and precious stones as I look at records kept over the precious stones and how all the mining sites are going. All seems to be going according to plan.
