Roman
“Your Grace," I said with a bow as I entered King Theodore's private office.
He was seated behind his ornate large desk. Despite the earlier circulated concerns regarding the monarch's health, King Theodore appeared as strong as he had on films I'd viewed from over a year ago. That wasn't to say he hadn't aged. With my studying, I saw how over the years his dark hair turned to white, the wrinkles surrounding his eyes and lips had grown more pronounced, and his body no longer appeared to have the muscles and bulk of a younger man. Even so, there was nothing frail about the monarch before me.
“You were expected yesterday with Lord Taylor." His voice boomed with displeasure, echoing in the large room.
“We communicated yesterday."
“Not in person," he said, standing behind his la
