Rohan adjusted the high collar of his royal robes. They were stiff, starched and hardly allowed him to breathe. Serxio, of course, thought they were perfect. Rohan desperately wanted to strip them off and roll around naked–preferably with Finn–on a large bed. But he needed to be king right now. And he was making Serxio and Leonid join him in this matter. If he had to suffer with royal duties, then they would, too.

Leonid was to the right while Serxio was to the left. Both looked resplendent but Rohan knew that only Serxio was enjoying this day of dress-up. The foppish young lord was also making eyes at each and every one of Queen Artremaya’s ladies-in-waiting, who preceded the queen down the royal red carpet. The ladies-in-waiting appeared to quite welcome to the idea of knowing Serxio more intimately.