"Your highness, could you please review these documents?" an old butler asked. His shoulders were pretty wide for a man who did nothing but deceive me for most of my childhood.
He was one of the people who had also tried to give birth to a Siren Queen. In all honesty, he had a fair shot, since there had been a previous Siren Queen in his bloodline.
But... when I was born, his dream was shattered. Though his dream of control remained.
Though on the other hand, just what was the point of this? Why exactly did I get tossed into an old memory? More importantly... where's Amon?
I glanced around frantically. I even tried to stand. The weight of the throne kept me down, so no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't actually rise.
As if that wasn't enough, the old man got closer and plopped the documents onto my lap. With a wide smile, he said:
"Make sure to review this by tonight. Your decision will influence the Sirens' loyalty toward you."
