There was always something to do in the court. Always. Andrew could easily ramble off a list of things that had yet to be done, and many more to follow. The advisor liked to stay on top of things, always worrying that things wouldn’t be done in time, or that someone would slack off, not show up, or any number of other situations that would have the festivities turning into shambles.<br/><br/>While he had yet to greet the king himself that morning, having been preoccupied with other matters requiring his attention, Andrew knew it wouldn’t be long before he was called upon. The king was almost like a child in some ways, constantly needing supervision and some sorely missed discipline. Andrew often didn’t feel it was his place to do such things, but on occasion he was forced to step up, if not for the king himself than for the people.<br/><br/>Taking a moment, Andrew slipped into his own chambers, his tired expression changing to one of delight upon seeing his wife, Grace. Heavy with child, she was hardly allowed to do much at all save sit with the ladies of the court and work on her embroidery when the sickness did not confine her to her bed.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“My dear, is everything all right? Did you sleep well?”</span>Andrew asked, taking a seat next to her, one hand moving to rest on her stomach. He had awoken before her, before even the sun had yet risen.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">“Yes, I am fine. No need to worry yourself further.”</span>Grace answered, a tired smile on her own face.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“You really should take some time to rest yourself.”</span>She continued, her hand placed on top of Andrew’s own.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“You’ll only lead yourself to an early grave.”</span><br/><br/>Andrew could only chuckle.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“The MacAlastair curse.”</span>The whole family was a bunch of workaholics, never letting anything be left half done even if they had to do it themselves. Andrew knew Grace was right, but he just couldn’t bring himself to let anything go. Things had to get done and if he didn’t do them, who would?<br/><br/>At that moment there was a knock on the door and both turned to look as Andrew called for whomever it was to enter. Standing, Andrew greeted the man, thanked him for the message, and closed the door behind him.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“No time to rest now, the king has called.”</span>Running a hand through his messy hair in some attempt to tame it, Andrew rolled his shoulders, straightened his deep green shirt, and prepared for whatever may come.<br/><br/><br/><br/>His wife’s hand on his arm, Andrew led her to the gardens where their presence had been requested. Andrew took count of who all was there, nodding to the princess before greeting the king.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Your Highness.”</span>He bowed, Grace following his lead as the two took their places.