I made my way through the corridors of the palace towards the chamber where my father, the king, was.
It was a fine day, the sun shone brightly, illuminating my path, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors.
But I was in no mood to enjoy this fine weather.
As I have met with oliver this morning and he told me something that is not sitting well with me.
As I reached the chamber, heavy wooden doors, engraved with intricate designs, loomed before me guarded by two knights in glistening armor, I took a deep breath to steady myself.
I was no stranger to the weight of responsibility that rested upon my shoulders, but the thought of facing my father in such a solemn setting always stirred a mixture of pride and apprehension within me.
With a firm nod, the guards opened the doors, revealing a chamber adorned with rich tapestries, towering bookshelves, and an imposing desk carved from the finest mahogany. The room was bathed in a warm, golden light, filtering through stained glass windows depicting scenes of ancient battles and glorious victories.
Father, seated at a desk, looked up from his papers as I entered. The king was a distinguished figure, his graying hair and weathered face reflecting the weight of his responsibilities. He exuded an air of authority, his presence filling the chamber.
"Cyrus," he said, his voice resonating with a mixture of strength and paternal warmth. He put the papers down giving me all of his attention.
Books and scrolls were scattered across the desk, alongside maps and quills. The walls were adorned with paintings depicting scenes of valor and triumph, showcasing the kingdom's proud heritage. The room exuded an ambiance of power and intellect, a testament to the king's role as a wise and formidable ruler.
"I hope I am not disturbing you, father." I said, as I approached the desk, my eyes meeting father's.
His expression softened; a flicker of pride evident in his eyes. "You never disturb me son." The frown on his forehead smoothed as he smiled.
"Come. Sit with me." He gestured to a chair positioned across from the desk.
I sat contemplating as to how to bring up the subject.
"What brings you here, Cyrus?" father asked, his voice raspy.
"I just met Oliver," I started,
"ah" he said, understanding what I was about to ask him.
"Why am I not included to go to the border? I heard there is a threat, why was I, the prince of this kingdom not informed about it?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "I still do not know what the threat is. Am I not worthy of knowing about it, father?"
He leaned back in his chair meeting my eyes, "as you may know, I became the king of kysoria when I was merely 21 years old,"
I nodded, everyone knows about it, and he has been the best king this kingdom has seen.
"You may not believe it, but i was not always so responsible, so wise, in fact I was a nightmare of my father." he said chuckling, his eyes distant as he remembered his old days.
I think it is not that hard to believe it as I know his true nature.
Which he only shows infront of his family.
While he is the scary, powerful king for the whole world.
He is a wonderful father to us.
He shows us glimpses of his true nature when we are together.