On his throne chair, in the glorified hall sat Dashawn, He was emitting a powerful aura. The aura of a powerful rule. His face was the mature version of Syrus's. Even when he had aged the attractiveness of his face and his aura didn't subside.
Beside him, there were two more people in the room as well. One was his royal advisor Bishop and the other was Syrus. He stood at the foot of the stair at the top of which Dashawn's throne chair was placed.
He looked down at his son intently, it had been a who year since he had not seen Syrus, and now that he did he didn't meet him in a very favorable condition.
"I have received news for the palace that you have brought in a mistress." He said.
Syrus didn't look up at him directly nor did he answer in a hurry. He simply shook his head at first and then answered in a low voice. "Yes,"
"What were the reasons?"
