Maximillan stood still for a moment, enjoying the power he had to determine the fate of life and death for those around him.
Then, in a lower voice, he said, "Get out. Continue your duties."
Without another word, Alaric bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of the room with quiet steps. The door closed slowly behind him, leaving Maximillan alone in the tense silence.
In a single movement of his hand, Maximillan touched the window, feeling the coldness of the glass tempered by the rain.
He stared outside, making plans in his mind , and in that silence, a cold smile formed on his lips.
Maximillan sat quietly in his study again, as usual gazing out the large window that emitted a dim light from the moon.
On his desk, a pile of documents was towering, an almost empty glass of red wine stood beside it, indicating that the night had been quite long for the Crown Prince.
