'A teabag is designed for one cup, one person,' the King continued. 'Such a self-centred solitary little package - it mirrors much in modern life.'

The Prime Minister's eyes glazed over and Will guessed he thought the King was following family tradition and going mad. Running his hand through his mane of dark hair, Will thought of his elder brother, dead three months, and wondered how long it would be before his own sixteen-year-old mind cracked.