An annual welcoming for the newcomers.
This. It is meant for the whole institution, the Kings and the Queens, and its people.
Before They came in for a brief, I had insisted on to stay away from it. Away from everyone. Make a break for it through the back windows if I had to. I would had to run away somehow. Could not endure another event, another task. Could not accept what would befall me. Again.
I heard rumors. Or was it? The Queen of the Queens had warned Her citizens. Whoever try to break free, he or she would suffer in Her dungeon. She would be the one with Her own hands cast Her evil spells on us, whoever tried to break free.
I still insisted on. Whatever.
One of the Queens read the scroll out loud. Whoever names were mentioned, would be bounded to hold accountable for his own duty and position for the bash.
I was picked. For a very important position - Lord High Treasurer. The Queen went on to remind us that whoever did his part will be rewarded; whoever did not, would be doomed.
This line I heard, had changed my mind. I was willing to stay for the institution.
To stay for my future sake, I will do my part, a better job. For the rewards I know I will receive.
Alright. I copied that. Get back to plough.