Viva la Vida

A Meeting of What could be the Utmost Importance

This meeting was so pointless Marc wasn't sure why he was there. Sure he was a high ranking official in the judicial area, and an official member of the council, but what was the point of calling an attorney to a meeting about the morale of the common folk? Why was such a thing even important anyways? He couldn't see how the happiness of the low lifes could even matter to the higher class, yet here he was, listening to the king and his council drone on and on about how to increase kingdom morale.

"A public speech!" one exclaimed.

"A ball!" argued another. The olive eyed attorney couldn't take much more of this senseless babble. Where was the queen when they needed her? She used to be a large part of the council, and an important part at that. Now she rarely attended the meetings, much less gave an opinion when she did show up. Knowing her she would likely suggest a festival of sorts, the kind that lasts for days on end just for the heck of it. She always seemed to enjoy going out and interacting with the townsfolk, having been apart of that tier of society herself for a while. Actually, that seemed like a good idea. He spoke up, his naturally loud and deep voice automatically attracting the attention of the rest of the council.

"Perhaps a festival. Simply just days of vendors and musicians and fun for those interested in participating," he said, a slight smirk on his features. He watched in satisfaction as the council thought for a moment before all nodding in agreement. The discussion immediately shifted to preparations and dates. Thinking about it now, Marc could see why the king wanted to keep the lower class happy. He thought himself ignorant for not seeing it sooner.

Revolution. A word he had yet to hear even uttered by another in the kingdom, but something he now realized was entirely capable of happening. Revolting against the king...he himself had thought of the concept many times before, but in his mindset, to betray the king would be a sin, and he found himself avoiding the thought of the topic as though it were the plague.

And yet despite this, he now found himself thinking of it once again. He really couldn't see a reason to revolt, but perhaps that was because he was high ranking and in a comfortable state of financial well-being. He wouldn't dwell on this though. If there were to be revolution, he planned to have no part in it.

Instead, he tuned his thoughts back into the conversation at hand, finally finding the importance of this meeting. While it may seem silly, he thought, this meeting could easily be of the utmost importance.

Morale, he realized, could stop a revolution before it starts. What he didn't realize?

There was already one happening right under his nose.