"What do you have to inform me, brother?"
A familiar voice rang across the corners of the room, the chills from the frigid fell on the skin of everyone present causing their hair to stand and their arms covered in goosebumps for a split second.
The people in the room instinctively turned their heads and their gaze fell on the entrance of the King's study. There, they saw who had arrived and they froze from guilt.
Alexandro's lanky figure stood by the door, his face was frigid and devoid of any emotion as though he was the grim reaper's son. His dark inky orbs stared right into everyone's eyes and pressured them into submission to lowering their gazes.
"S-son..." King Asrienne was the first to snap out of his daze, he could not help but stutter while his gaze remained fixed on the young man. For a moment, he could not find the appropriate words to speak to him.
