Heh. It's a bigger shock from Dorothy's side of things. ;-)

I remember one particular reign in which the Royalty Room degenerated over 6 months' time from tense to shouting, snapping, and flying four letter words.

I, being a mere peon, was apparently part of the furniture. I was reminded of the "help" in English period dramas. Of no more thought than the davenport or the sideboard.

I was so very unimpressed. It was the first time I really came to the conclusion that some people utterly do not belong on the thrones. And frequently they're the only people who don't realize it.

I've also found that the older I get, the less patience I have with that kind of adolescence. I just have to walk away. I've also come to note that rapidly changing, small, or cranky royalty staff is a sign that you ought to run away. ;-)

In the same way that I am glad I no longer work at the practice in which I cut my teeth and made my wet-behind-the-ears new grad mistakes... I think it might be no bad thing for me to make the leap from 4 to 5 in a different Kingdom. O_o