All the people working there stood up straight, putting a hand over their heart as Nitocris walked by, indifferent to all those around him. Like a King walking through a procession. He cut a truly regal appearance with his tall, solid frame clothed in a dark suit with a slim white tie.
As he walked inside, his shoes clacked on the concrete floor, its tapping firm and steady. His subordinates admired Nitocris to the point of worship. Their eyes sparkled as he walked by, some even ready to prostate if he would just look at their direction.
Nitocris had managed to unify the small scattered groups and combined them into one big group. More importantly, he did it with flair. He was as ruthless as his father but what made him different was that he was ruthless to his enemies and those who opposed him. Those who followed him were treated well and rewarded generously.
That was a true King.
