Francis flopped down in a chair and looked toward the door. If Daimen came in, he would quickly scramble up but he wasn't gonna stand around and wait for the butt of a new king to finally make an appearance. Heaven and hell help those who were late to a meeting with him, but he could be as late as he wanted to be. Of course, Francis didn't know that he was late for their meeting. He didn't even know he had the wrong place to begin with!<br/><br/>So it was with a thudding heart that he stood up as the maid entered. She curtsied and almost fell down. She was shaking that much. "General Francis, his Majesty would like you to meet him in his chambers." Cursing, Francis ran from the room and down the hallways. He couldn't fathom why Daimen would want to meet in such a place. Surely the map room would have been the better choice?<br/><br/>Apparently not though as he turned down the damp hallways. Skidding to a slow stop a few yards from the right hallway, he continued at a fast pace. It wouldn't be good to be caught running towards the king. A good dose of intimidation in those lower than you was okay. Downright terror though usually didn't yield good results. It often made people too scared to do their jobs right and those insights you needed to help make plans usually didn't get voice. Least that was his opinion on it anyway. He knew any one person couldn't see it all. He doubted that Daimen saw it that way though.<br/><br/>Entering the room, he bowed low before the king and waited to be spoken too. He did not offer excuses for his apparent lateness. He knew no amount of begging or groveling would save him so in the end, he decided to keep his pride and dignity intact for now.