Andrew smoothed the collar of his shirt nervously, the rough fabric rubbing at his throat already. The jacket he wore overtop wasn’t anymore comfortable. It was heavy, the sleeves much too long, and made Andrew feel ridiculous. But certain appearances were required when making an appearance in court and comfort was not among them. His pocket watch poked from his pocket, the chain looped around itself as it spilled from the fabric. Pulling the device out, Andrew opened up the clock face, a frown pulling at his lips at the time displayed. He was going to be late.<br/><br/>Shoving the watch back away, Andrew grabbed his messenger bag by the strap, jostling the neatly rolled scrolls within, and nearly upsetting the bottle of ink next to it. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Andrew checked the mirror once more. He straightened his shirt, made sure his general appearance was in order, and tried unsuccessfully to tame his wild mane of unruly red hair. With a last look to his wife still sleeping in the bed, Andrew left, shutting the door slowly behind him.<br/><br/>Everyone had been summoned to court early, the messengers not giving much information other than their presence was requested immediately. There had been some rumours spreading around the castle and grounds that the king was not doing well. Andrew had been running himself ragged the past little while trying to keep up with everything, including the absence of the king at several meetings and court issues. He knew little of what was actually going on, but even that he had been forced to keep quiet.<br/><br/>Arriving in the throne room, Andrew brushed a strand of hair from his face, apologies already forming on his tongue. From what he could estimate only half of those requested were in attendance. Remaining silent, Andrew greeted those there, clearing his throat awkwardly as he stepped to the side, waiting on the others or the reason for the early call.