The living room on the ground floor of the Golden Draconian Palace was as majestic as the rest of the rooms. The outstanding splendor was definitely at its place, but king Typhoon Draconian had become so accustomed to it that he no longer noticed it.
The large armchair with white upholstery was woven with gold thread. Normally, people wouldn't have sat on such a thing in order not to damage it, but the king was indifferent to such trivial matters.
Typhoon Draconian felt himself beginning to relax. A smile appeared in the corner of his mouth as he read the last line of the book. Reading seemed like an interesting activity. He had never thought before that it would be so interesting to read romance books.
The man was looking for new hobbies, considering that he would soon no longer be king, and the affairs of the kingdom would pass to his successor. He needed to prepare things for the coronation ceremony, but there was no hurry. He still had time.
