THE KING'S POV
The King and the princess are standing in front of the doors to the ballroom.
"Are you ready, your Highness?" The princess looks up at him.
"What concern is that of yours?"
"I didn't mean-"
He lifts up a hand to stop her. "Let's just do it"
He gives his arm for her to hooks into. She hooks in her arm and looks up at him but he doesn't look back at her. They walk down the long staircase. It feels as if all his energy is sucked out of him. He doesn't feel like a King but more like a man that's walking to the gallows. He takes a deep breath but he can't shake this feeling of sadness and frustration. They reach the bottom of the stares and the President is waiting for them.
"Ciao, King James. We are so pleased to host you in our beautiful country. We hope that you're finding everything to your liking so far?"
