"The sea is lovely in the morning. It's even more lovely to look at when it isn't trashing around as if wanting to trample this very castle," the King of Bezmun had his eyes fixated on the window adjacent to the leather seat by his study.
His eyes glistened, admiring the view of the waters, which had calmed in the morning after the feast they held last night.
That was to be expected as the breeze was gentler in the morning compared to the afternoon and evening.
Sometimes turbulent currents would have the guards on alert in case there will be a sudden tsunami.
Although the castle would survive most of the onslaught, the same couldn't be said for the entire kingdom.
The King gradually turned to his guest, his hands picking up the cup of tea that had gone a little cold after being abandoned for a long time.
He brought the concoction to his lips and hid the grimace with a slight smile.
