The throne room was always empty in the winter; it wasn't that the people had nothing to report or matters that needed settling, the season simply wasn't one that called for traveling.
When the last of the village chiefs left, Fabio slumped into his seat, exhausted from a long day's work.
"Fret not, your Majesty, that was all of them," said Sir Adrian, the royal advisor, with an amused half-smile.
"Thank the goddess. If I have to listen to one more silly tale about strange creatures lurking in the woods, I might lose my mind." Fabio exhaled heavily.
"We had similar reports last year, only not this many. It would seem there has been a mass migration of antelope unlike before. It's easy to mistake a stag's antlers for something else during a snowstorm." Adrian straightened the papers in his hands. "I'll meet with each of the village representatives concerning the Lunaris Proving, sire."
"Very well, Adrian."
