King Lucien stared at the scroll in front of him. He was seated behind his desk, his head nursed a huge headache.

The open window overseed the night sky. It's almost the middle of the night. The meeting in court had taken so much longer.

The scroll held two signed signatures on it.

King Zeba and King Noir had signed the petition. King Pesih wants to sleep over it. King Moreh and Phillip had outrightly refused.

"Why would we want to ...