In the royal study chamber, behind a properly spaced desk made out of mahogany wood sat the king of Welsburgh Kingdom, a man who looked as though he was in his mid-forties. He was dressed in a six pieces black suit, a golden brooch of authority hung across his chest and the left side of his black suit held the intricately engraved crest of the kingdom. His head was crowned with sleek fine silver hair, perfectly styled to fit his majestic demeanor.
A glass shelf at one corner of the room was cluttered with the detritus of scrolls and decrees.
An elderly man stood respectfully in front of the king, he had come to see the king that morning because of some pressing matters in the kingdom but seeing how busy his majesty was, he hesitated briefly.
"You are not planning to keep watching this king work while you stand, right? Prime Minister?" The King enunciated while raising his head to look at the elderly man.
