Roland looked at the time on the wall of the kings royal study. It was a quarter to three. The king was late, he had made them wait for an hour and Sigrid was running out of patience.
It was his wife's first time in the royal study and she was trying hard not to flip over everything and see what was beneath, on top, on the side.
Roland handed a candy and walked to one of the three windows in the office, the middle one. He stood there and looked outside.
The view from his father's office overlooked the stream and trees. At the moment, it was dull, with nothing of interest outside so he turned back around and sat down next to his wife.
"Maybe he fell asleep." Sigrid suggested.
"Its not impossible." he answered.
Sigrid looked at the door and sighed. "Is he always this late?"
"A king is never late, the right time is whenever he arrives." Roland shared with flourish.
