"The great Emperor Abel is here!" The words of Steward Burbridge were clear, and the entire palace grew silent. It was the respect for the owner, as well as the fear for power.
Abel nodded to his guests with a smile and walked to the center of the hall. He reached his hand towards a table and picked up a glass of water spirit fruit juice.
No one commented that for his choice of beverage. He no longer fancied wine since his status had increased. He was a real wizard, and he wasn't trying to please anyone. Wine was only a currency of exchange.
"Welcome to all my prestigious guests—welcome emperor Aldous from the Kingdom of St Anwell. You are just as handsome as I remember. I hope I can be have this much style when I hit your age!" Abel smiled at his guest.
Emperor Aldous smiled and nodded. He knew he was old, but he kept himself together quite well. His younger self was always his pride.
