Mykel was taking a stroll around the city with a cigarette in his mouth. Everyone was looking at him and wanted to ask for an autograph and a photo with him, but nobody dared to approach him. His troubled expression was the reason they gave him space and let him be.
It was the first time Mykel had walked around the city after months of being kept hidden in the palace. His first destination was to enjoy his time away from everyone and everything while drinking.
"Sir Alester?!" The pub owner was shocked when he saw Mykel enter his pub. "I-Is there anything that you need?" he asked nervously as he gulped.
"Give a bottle of vodka. The best you have," Mykel sat at the counter as he removed his suit and put it on the chair next to him.
"Right away, Sir! It's on the house!" The pub owner said and hurriedly walked to the back to grab his finest vodka.
