Soon, the meeting was in effect, and rythennia had managed to wash her hair during her "break," which was really just a change of posts, as the quarterly auditor entered the castle to test everything she could to look like the perfect picture of confidence. Still, in reality, she was stressed out (yes, all over again) since she had so much to do nowadays.
At least she had organised her paperwork and had managed to complete what was the most urgent, but this also meant she had even more to complete within this shift than the last. Of course, this would continue until she got changed again and inevitably had another panic attack.
Xannathaithen however had been in total relaxation since he had delegated everything out to everyone else, and in his mind he had already prepared rythennia enough to take on what was usually expected of him, despite the fact a few lower ranks had accidentially touched his hair again (the one that is usually deadly unless he is in a good mood) luckily had ended up in the hospital and were recovering albeit painfully.
On the other side of the planet sat thaithen the III in his conference room throne, who was also stuck in a rather porous meeting. which had already been going on for days, while someone else was waffling nonsensical stuff to everyone about their schedules that they already knew about, as well as all their own timezone paperwork, ranks that had shifted, changed, or completely disappeared into oblivion.
and who was at fault for it all.
This happened every two weeks for them.
rythennia's sister (new character) had been in ignorant bliss; she wasn't even royalty, or she had been living a completely normal life, free from the pain of Reyalle and Royale positions and whatnot else. She was out walking on her neighborhood's footpath when she was suddenly taken into an alleyway she didn't know about.
The quest for Survival had officially begun...