Berengar sat in his office while signing his name away on a document. By now, the man had endured enough paperwork to last ten lifetimes, and yet the work of a monarch never ceased. However, today he was not alone in his office, instead his eldest son, Hans von Kufstein, was sitting in the office filling out just as many forms as his father.
Upon seeing that it was just about noon, Berengar placed his pen down, and sighed heavily, causing his son to look up at him with a rather irritated expression on his face.
"Father, there is still plenty of more work to be done. And I will not have you pile your work load onto me again! If you wish to escape this paperwork, then just give me the damn throne already and I will assume all of your burdens!"
