When Andrew had first arrived to the court, when he had been replacing his uncle as the king of England’s adviser, he had gotten quite a bit of scorn thrown his way. For one, he was a Scot and therefore not a friend to the court. There were still a few of the nobles who disapproved of this, believing strongly that the king should have found someone within his own ruling to work so closely at his side. The second point against Andrew was his age. His uncle had been at least a decade older than him when he had started, with Andrew only in his late twenties. Some days he took the comments that he was too young for the job to heart, doubting his own abilities and skills.<br/><br/>Today, as he stood in the room with many of those very nobles who wanted him out, Andrew knew he wouldn’t have the king’s authority behind his back should things turn. He had learned plenty since coming here a few short years ago, but still he knew there was much more to learn. As he stood there waiting, shifting from one foot to the other, Andrew wondered just how much would be asked of him, how many would demand answers of which he did not have.<br/><br/>As the doors opened and each person entered, Andrew glanced in their direction, giving a customary nod and polite smile as way of greeting. The room was slowly filling, Andrew thinking this must be nearly everyone called, when the priest came in.<br/><br/>“Good company perhaps, but I fear what the reason for such a summons may be.” The adviser admitted just as one of the nobles, one quite close to the king began calling for everyone’s attention.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“As many of you know, our king has fallen on ill health these past couple of weeks. And while this has not been kept quite as quiet as we would have liked, the majority has been kept between a select few.”</span>Here the mutterings and whispers among the people grew, forcing the nobleman to wait for them all to hush before continuing.<span style="font-style: italic">“But we feel it may be time to inform the rest of the court. The king has taken a turn for the worse rather than the better. We are waiting on a healer to come and test some new medicines, but until then we must work to keep this from reaching the rest of the people so as to not cause any more panic. This does not leave this room.”</span><br/><br/>As the man fell silent, it took a moment before any sound came from the gathered people. Andrew sighed knowing things were going to get a whole lot worse before they got any better.