King Xavier was in a terrible mood as he waited patiently in his throne room for the arrival of his defence chief and other highly decorated military personnel.
He paced up and down, pondering how King Hassan's spies and assassins were able to infiltrate the palace, undetected.
Could it really be that his palace has been compromised and it's no longer safe for his family? Surely, there could be more spies and assassins posing as guards, servants or royal staff members.
The sound of loud approaching footsteps, like soldiers marching to a battle, caused the king to stop abruptly. His head tilted sharply to the magnificent throne room entrance door and his gaze darkened.
Taking in a deep breath to cage his explosive rage, he ascended his throne and sat down, his countenance more dangerous than ever.
"Announcing the presence of his grace, the Royal secretary, Sir Hamad..."
