Melissa grimaced as she opened the door into Cypher's office, "Logan?" She asked, her voice losing the light quality it had with Maitreya, "Are you in here?"
She was greeted with the sight of papers scattered across the floor, followed with multiple, teetering stacks of books propped up all around the room, though there was no sign of Cypher anywhere inside.
Giggling at the disheveled state of the room, she went over to the desk, giving cursory glances to the papers there. Mostly invoices and diplomatic things, none of which she wanted to worry about at that moment. There was one large, partially rolled-up sheet dyed blue, with strange white scribbles inside.
She frowned and started to roll it open. It was the blueprints of the building they were in, which confused Melissa slightly, "Why would he want these...?"
“Did you need something, m’lady?” Cypher appeared in front of the doorway, eyeing the parchment on the desk, then turned his gaze upon Melissa, “Are you looking for something in particular?”
Melissa looked up from the blueprints, sheepish, "Ah-- Logan, er... You asked me here?" She grimaced hastily twisting the words into a question.
“Yes, m’lady.” Cypher started inside, eyeing bits of paper as he moved swiftly towards the desk. “It regards to your coronation planning, which, as you can see from the state of my office, isn’t going as smoothly as we hoped.”
“It may be a byproduct of my inexperience,“ Melissa said, light humor in her tone, “But I don’t see why I need a coronation so large you can’t see the top of your desk, Logan.”
“The traditions for this event are incredibly specific,” Cypher continued, resting his hands upon the desk, before moving stacks of papers around, pulling a few into his arms as he continued, “And it is my job to oversee the success of this inauguration. It does prove difficult, but I must serve regardless.”
“Do you really think I’m ready for my mother to step down?” Melissa asked, sitting down in the only clear chair in front of Cypher’s desk, “I’m barely twenty…”
Cypher seemed taken slightly aback by the sudden question, though he tried his best not to show it. “That is the desired age, m’lady.” He reassured, continuing to gather papers on his desk into his arms, including the blueprints, “Both you and those before entered power just before twenty. And the queen believes you to be fit to rule. You have been taught everything she feels you need to know, and the people adore you. There is nothing more to do now but take the seat.”
“I suppose, but thinking about the coronation and all the things I need to do beforehand just makes me worry that I can’t. Why not just get it over with?” Melissa asked, her voice soft and tired, “If I’m not sure I’m ready, what makes anyone else think I am?”
“It matters not what others think,” Cypher responded lightly, stacks of paper flittering out of his arms, “Though other’s opinions reflect on how truly ready you are, m’lady. A strong supporting crowd means well in your favor. And it seems everyone believes that you have the strength and spirit to govern their lives with fairness and grace.”
“That sounds like Mother’s concession.” Melissa groaned and stared up at the ceiling, pulling her knees up onto the chair, “I really wish someone would just tell me what they thought.” She looked back to him, “Why don’t you, Logan?” She asked, smiling slightly, “What do you think? And try not to quote my mother’s speeches.” Melissa added, laughing.
Cypher visibly stiffened as more papers fell out from his arms, “M-my opinion, m’lady?”
“That’s the general idea.” Melissa laughed again, before growing serious, “Logan, really, I want to hear someone’s genuine thoughts…”
