A black sleek car waited for them at the entrance of the castle, its polished surface was reflecting in the sunlight like a mirror. The vehicle's elegant design and discreet tinted dark windows exuded luxury and sophistication.
As Alexander and Nikolas exited the castle entrance door the chauffeur, dressed in a tailored suit greeted them with a respectful bow.
"Your Majesties," he bowed, opening the back door to the car.
Alexander held out his hand. "Hand me the keys." he said
The chauffeur eyebrows rose slightly , The king has never drove himself for almost a decade, but The chauffeur said nothing and produces the keys from his pocket. "As you wish, Your Majesty." he said handing over the keys.
