"I have released my statement regarding the Golden Girl's case. I hope that you all shall look to the suitable arrangements in reaching the word out." The King assessed the man in front of him.
Harith, his name was. The new minister who had taken office was in charge of public relations. The people's minister. So far, he seemed quite inconspicuous, taking to his responsibilities quite well.
King Lemarke sighed heaving as he regarded the table in front of him. It was the table with the miniature replica of the terrain forms of the maps. He moved his hand above the transparent glass encasing the top of the table and under it, the sand moved along his gestures. He slowly built up a familiar garden. One that Harith recognized that it was somewhere in the castle of Newarfa. It looked highly similar.
