''Your Greatness! His Majesty is waiting outside to have an audience with you!'' The guard bowed before the old king sitting and working behind his desk. An amused smirk overcame his lips as he paused from his writing and nodded to the royal guard to allow his son to enter. Malachi stepped in, not necessarily with a cold and murderous look like the old king expected. That little whore of his that he calls a mate might have blabbed her tongue to him concerning their secret meeting yesterday, and he doubted his son would be very happy about that.
Every single guard and worker in the office with his father all bowed to acknowledge his presence. His father just leaned more on his desk with a sick smile towards him.
