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Oliver was still deep in thought, trying to get into the mindset of royalty. He had decided that he needed to rally the Order of Knights and talk some sense into the King, citing the reason that he wasn't ready for his kingship, and the damage dealt to the Order would take time to recover from, and besides, you are in no condition to fight a war, my liege -

A voice came from across the throne room, startling him and shaking him from his thoughts. He looked across the throne room and, at first, saw nothing. "Who goes there?" He said, his practiced, controlled voice not letting on any of his inner strife. After a few moments, his sight cleared, and he noticed Jogyenna standing across the throne room from him, looking surprised. He relaxed, and lowered his hand from where his sword still sat around his waist.

"Oh. Jogyenna." Oliver put up a brief smile. "I suppose Qimat-" (here he used the proper pronunciation of the servant's name) "has informed you of what has happened."