It was the dawn of the kingdom of North Neotite. The lights of the castle chandeliers and torches had gone out, and had been replaced by the lights of the sun, which had illuminated the gems and gold of the fine place making it beautiful in the day, and specially the great castle.
The castle guards stood at positions, guarding their respective areas. The maids walked all about cleaning, and doing one duty after the other, obviously having not the time to chat with themselves.
In the upper room, stood the trembling king. The king who still had his stand even as his hands and body were trembling due to his prolonged sickness.
His hand was taken by the mighty warrior; his second in command. He was taken to the front of the tall painting which resides in the middle of the room. He sneezed twice, then did the man who stood beside him knew what to do. He was quickly seated.
"Your highness, you have done enough."
