"Good morning, sir", a butler bowed as a man strolled past him.
The man gave a shallow nod to the butler and continued on his way down the hall, heading towards the throne room. The man's long white hair that was tied loosely behind his head bounced with each step that he took. With each step a warm sense of confidence exuded from his body.
His giant stature, standing at 5'10, yet still maintaining his slim physic managed to woo many of the maids as he walked past.
Marcos was leant against the wall next to the door to the throne room. He looked up and saw the man, Marcos scrambled to stuff whatever small nut he was playing with into his pocket.
Marcos pushed himself away from the wall and smiled, "Are you ready, Milo?".
Milo smiled back at Marcos, "Absolutely".
