Genii squinted an eye after sipping some wine. It wasn’t something Gemma sold back at the tavern, so he’d never tried it before. Not a fan.
“So what happens now? With all this king stuff I mean?” Genii asked as he tried to bite through a lobster like a sub sandwich.
“… king… stuff…” The Regent repeated as he watched Genii regurgitate a mouthful of lobster shell mush. The boy was clearly an imbecile.
“Yeah… what do I have to do exactly…” Genii asked, sipping more wine. “Do I… get to wear a crown?” Subtle.
“Until you come of age and become more familiar with the Court I will rule in your stead. As for a crown… I suppose that can be arranged.” The Regent answered.