Daydream and hope this passes quickly
From Lord Of Utterdom
You seem to lose track of the conversation quickly, thinking more on the lovely brunette who you danced with last night. The two of you were drunk on wine and cavorting like crazed beasts, but you can't remember whether or not you bedded her. You started to wonder what sort of wine it was you'd drank last night. It was absolutely delicious. More of a fruit taste than the fetid sting of alcohol. Could you make your own wine? Would it be possible? You should look into it. It couldn't be that hard. It had something to do with fermenting grapes, or maybe some other sort of fruit. Maybe you could do it with apples. You've always loved apples. Ripe and red and fresh from the tree. You could use one right now.
When you snapped back and glanced around the room, only your father was left. "What happened?" you ask.
"It seems your mind was elsewhere." The king said, obviously infuriated. "How do you ever expect to rule as a king when your attention span is no wider than a fly's wingspan?"
You shrugged. Politics seemed such a bore.
"Well, we'll see how you fare. I've agreed to send you in my stead to investegate a claim of treason."
"What!?" You gasp. You should have paid attention.
"Yes. Go up to your room and ready your things for travel. When you are finished, come and see me and I'll see if you can manage listening to the details."
With that, the King dismisses you with a wave of his hand and a sigh.
You head out into the main hall.
