"Glad? No I don't think that's quite the word for it," he replied. With his back against a cold pillar he seemed to consider the way to describe his feelings. And of course he'd given the wrong answer--well, he'd given the frank answer. And when you're expected to represent the crown and the banner frankness was not usually considered proper.
He should have said something about how resilient the country was and how proud it made him. But he was too exhausted for morale of any sort.
Not to mention his countrymen were currently making an asbolute fucking mess of his lawn. His lawn? He cleared his throat to rid himself of the thought.
"Well, what about you? How have you been handling all of the changes?"