The Show Must Go On

Guests start to arrive just before 8 o’clock.

I managed to get my black tux ready, fit me well since I am still in mourning. Normally my wife would drag me to these events almost against my will.  “We’re heads of state. We must act like it!” She’d say.  In her absence, I find myself strangely drawn to these events, as if she’s calling at me to keep up the work, to stay the course. I have been trying to do just that.  Bianca and Amroth have been helping me to do so; negotiating treaties and expanding our trade agreements. Natasha has been busy detailing our records keeping and ensuring all documentation is properly filed. Its amazing to me how much my family has come together during this time of crisis.

So I guess I’ll go, put on a haphazard smile, and mingle with the newly elected governors of the state. As my darling Pandora would say,  “The show must go on!”.

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