Memories Farah had longed to forget were pulled to the front of her mind. She shook her head, having an adverse reaction from Adrien's. "She isn't worth another second of our thoughts. Now, if you don't mind, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
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"Yes" Adrien agreed, pulling out parchment and a small quill, uncorking the top of the ink bottle that rested on his desk.
He gently dipped the quill in and wrote in slightly slanted cursive "Law Of Education" and began to go into detail, in smaller writing beneath it, how every child no matter class, gender or race was to attend school at least until they were able to read and write.
Farah approached him and read his writing over his shoulder. "Don't you think that's a bit of a loophole?" she asked, pointing to the last part of what he wrote. "Until each child is able to read and to write fluently. That's the bare minimum, Adrien. Imagine how the people who disagree with this law will be able to avoid doing anything substantial."
Adrien tapped the tip of his quill against his chin.
"okay, help me out here, what should I do to fix it?" He asked, quizzically.
Farah pursed her lips in thought. "Perhaps instead writeโฆ a full, quality education of at leastโฆ a certain years. I'm not sure how long would be customary. That's up for you to decide."
She studied the rest of his wording. "Everything else looks right."
Adrien nodded, rewriting the sentence, and made sure every child reached a level of education to at least the age of twelve, as he tried to think of the farmers, who might need their children to tend the farm in order to make money.
Farah read it again and nodded. "Good, that sounds right. And what of a peace treaty? Ending the war with Latharia. There must be some kind of foreseeable end."
Adrien tapped the soft end of the quill against his chin.
"But how to startโฆ?" he said to himself.
"How should I start?" He asked Farah, looking up at her.
Farah arched her eyebrows and looked back down at him. "Please, you're asking me how to start the ending of a war I've been trained for years to fight in?" She shook her head and sighed. "I have no ideaโฆ Is there a protocol for these kinds of things?"
Adrien shrugged, frowning slightly.
"I honestly have no idea Farah," she said exasperated "i'm just as new to this as you are" he added, then began to write down how Sunstasia would pledge allegiance with Larathia, and how his kingdom planned on giving Latharia what they needed, in terms of trading, as long as they did so as well.
Farah sighed and watched as he wrote. "That sounds good," she remarked. "And I hope you remember I was trained for combat roles, not to be a consort." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out Adrien's window.
Adrien frowned slightly. "I was never trained for any of this," he sighed "honestly, my father thought he would live far longer than he did and once he did die, my sister would have this kingdom conjoined with her husbands"
He cracked his knuckles lightly.
"He always hoped I would never rule, i'm sure he's rolling over in his grave" he muttered.
Farah laughed shortly. "Well, his opinion doesn't matter anymore. Yours does. Your rules will set precedents for years to come, Adrien. Other monarchs have abused that power, but I think it's safe to say that I know you best of anyone here, correct? I have full confidence in you, Your Majesty." She winked knowingly.
Adrien sighed lightly, smiling up at her.
He quickly finished the treaty and rolled it up, tying it with a white ribbon.
"That should do" he said, relaxing slightly.
"Lovely," Farah remarked with a smile back. As she smiled and saw him relax, everything about her rigid and programmed demeanor softened. She looked much more like herself now.
"And at last we can do something about the ghastly condition of your room." She flashed him a playful smirk.
"go ahead," Adrien teased "but i'm sure it'll just go right back to the way it is now once you clean it up"
He stood up, grasping the sheets on his bed and begin to make his bed slowly, he still was slower at doing housework and such, seeing as he has servants do it for him his entire life. But he was trying to fix that.
Farah moved to assist him with tucking the sheets around his mattress. Her hand accidentally brushed over his, and she quickly moved further away to readjust some more of his blankets and ignore what had just happened.
She eventually began to make light small talk as they went about their tasks. "Soโฆ when was the last time you went riding, Adrien?"
"mmm," Adrien said, looking up at the ceiling and scrunching his brows together in thought. "I don't know, maybe a month or so ago." He responded, finishing by tucking the last of the sheet in and then throwing another, thicker sheet on top and beginning to tuck it in.
Farah caught the thick sheet and tucked it in on her side. When she was done, she straightened and looked at him with arched eyebrows. "A month? That seems like a long time to go without riding. What do you say we take a break from royal declarations and go for a ride around the grounds?"
Adrien straightened up and stared at her.
"Right now?" He asked nervously. "You know just as well as I do that I have a million things to do."
He then took a thicker sheet, which he covered up with and threw it into the air until it finally straightened enough for Farah to catch the other side, and began tucking it under the mattress on his side.
"That's precisely the idea," Farah countered easily. "Clear your mind first, that way the other things will simply fall into line afterward. It's impossible to focus on work if it's the only thing you're ever doing. Take a break, Adrien. Relax. You have your father's throne, but you aren't your father."
Adrien shrugged.
"Well," he said. "We best get going if you insist. I have business to attend to when I get back."
Farah dipped her head. "I insist if it pleases His Highness," she remarked teasingly.
Adrien threw a feather filled pillow at her, grinning.
"Don't call me that," he said breathlessly. "I already get it enough, it's very infuriating."
Farah cried out in surprise, taking Adrien's pillow to her face. "I'm sorry," she said, smiling and preparing to throw it back. "My etiquette needs work. I should've been more considerate of your title, Your Majesty!" She threw the pillow back at him with a wide grin on her face.