King Domido Farella watched as the latest petitioner left the court. While the next one was shown in, he saw four of his children entering through a door to the side. Domire was the first to reach him and take a seat next to him.
“Where’s Valkyr?” Domido asked him.
“She’s getting flour on her hands or something. She said you excused her.”
Domido nodded. “Ah, that I did. Well, she’ll be back for dinner, anyway. And all of you need to get ready for your trip. Are you packed up yet?”
Tido answered. “Yes, mostly. Not much left. We’ll be fine.”
Aton looked a little uncomfortable. “I’m still not convinced I fit into this Departure thing, Father. I’m not going to go get anything. What’s the point in going at all?”
Domido looked at him, inspecting his mood. The next petitioner was in place and ready to address him. “We’ll talk about this more in detail later, Aton. For now, observe well. If something happened to the rest of us and you were left alone, you would sit where I am sitting and rule Grendhill, Royal Arm or no, and you would do a good job of it. For now, you must prepare.”
Domido turned forward in Gren’s Seat to face the petitioner.