"Your Majesty?"
A voice startled Adamos, making him spring up from his deep sleep. It was one of his servants who seemed to be trying to wake him up a while ago.
His widened eyes immediately darted to the water clock across his bedstead, which quickly informed him that he was already late for the royal meeting.
"Skata," he cursed as he transported himself to the dressing area in his Chamber.
The servants weren't surprised to see him there in a blink of an eye. But they were aware of the prickly disposition of their King, making them scramble on their feet to put the royal garment in him at the speed of light.
He was still setting up his headpiece as he stepped out of His Chamber when the servants who were escorting him all lined up as they welcomed the entrance of someone who has a higher position than the King.
"Greetings, Your Imperial Highness," they all bowed down to their knees in unison.
