Jackson
Man, I miss elevators. All these palace stairs are killing my legs.
It'd be fine if it was a flight or two, but this place was spread out amongst multiple floors and no one considered just...squishing the room together.
I moved our war and council meetings to the dining hall on the first floor, mostly because I was sick of seeing the soldiers half-puffed from climbing to the fourth floor with their armour or loot in tow.
Cassius leaned against the desk as I entered, straightening and bowed.
I waved him off before he could give the usual 'morning my lord blah blah I'm a good servant' speel he gave every morning.
"Please, Cassius," I sighed, falling into one of the chairs around the dining table - I was meant to sit at the head, but all the foods was on the other side of t
