The next day at 8.50 a.m.
The three members from the Intelligence were standing outside the Princep House as they stared at the magnificent structure in front of them. This was the most prominent building in the country. How many people wanted to get in here? Almost everyone. The power, the status and the position it held was above everything. The path to the throne was no less than a battle. It involved dirty politics, backstabbing and betrayal. There were no friends in this field. Everybody had to be wary of the other person. Nobody ever knew when who might turn against them.
From the outside, the white structure looked pure and untainted. But that was not the case. To get to the ultimate seat, people had shed blood. The chair it house was tainted with people's blood; innocent or corrupted, it did not matter, and this was all the result of greed, ambition and selfishness. A man's greed knew no bounds or relationships.
