Parlez With The King

"What was so urgent that the Marquess had to send his messenger yesterday asking for a parlez with me?" A gruff yet surprisingly soothing voice echoed in the large empty hall.

Marquess Sullivan Samed looked up after he finished the proper greeting that was fit to be given to the King of Rosnehyde.

He had entered the magnificent-looking Throne room along with Duke Brodie a few moments ago and now, he was standing before the King himself.

Sitting on the throne was the man who would soon be touching the milestone of being alive for thirty years.

Bright blonde hair that loosely fell over his shoulders glimmered under the regal golden crown that adorned his head.

His face had kind features and a soothing aura which made one feel comforted by just staying in their presence.

If it wasn't for his legendary blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes which were the trademark of the Royal Family of Rosenhyde, people would mistake him for a wise sage.