Alex walked towards the central palace with dignified steps. His head was raised high and his each action was full of aloofness, frost and indifference that left a charm in the eyes of the spectator.
Everyone bowed their heads with reverence when he passed from their side.
"Your highness!" The guard greeted him but did not open the door instantly.
One of them knocked and walked while asking for permission for him to enter in the room of his majesty.
He returned in a few seconds and opened the door wide for him,
"You may enter, your highness.'' The room was dimly lit in spite of the large chandeliers covering the whole roof.
The windows were closed and curtained.
The man was sitting on a large red chair that was made of gold and expensive and rare gems. It was the symbol of wealth and luxury.
