On the other hand, Kay was wearing a dark black tuxedo which was suiting him perfectly. Even when knowing that Kay was married those girls wouldn't just stop to give him dirty stares but Kay being himself, he just ignored all of them and continued doing what he was doing.
His tuxedo brought something out of him, a self-respecting pride and confidence that had been wishing to surface for so long and now finally it was there when he was finally going to be the king of that country after so many efforts.
He was the perfect action man in that tuxedo, such a Mr Bond, license to thrill.
The greatness of the king came from the way he loved. He was one who truly listened, with the heart as well as the ears and eyes.
He saw the whole person in a way that others did not, as if he alone was somewhere calm while the rest could only attempt to have vision in the fog.
