The guard nodded politely and wasted no time leaving the throne room. Before the doors had even closed behind him, Raven stepped towards the throne, a stack of papers floating in her aura. “Forgive me, Princess. As usual, there are a few urgent entreaties which require your personal attention.” She gently floated a sheaf of papers free from the pile. “First, this is a request to allocate an extra thousand bits a month for the next year for maintenance of fountains in Manehatten. It seems that some of the historical fountains have . . . historical plumbing, and the city cannot afford to replace it at this time.”