The Omega King
He kept his spine perfectly straight, the heavy, gold-embroidered velvet of his robes weighing down his shoulders and anchoring him to the seat.
"They are becoming restless," Lord Vance continued, leaning forward over the long mahogany table, his fingers tapping an aggravating rhythm against his parchment. "The northern borders are stable for now, but a kingdom without a secure line of succession is a kingdom inviting civil war. We need a betrothal by the winter solstice."
"The King is well aware of his duties, Vance," another councilor chimed in, though his voice lacked conviction.
Arthur heard them, but the words were beginning to distort, sounding as though they were being spoken underwat