ANDREW
Two days later, in the confinement of his bedroom, Andrew stood still in front of the huge mirror as the maids fixed on his robes and undergarments.
He was getting ready for the journey to the lethal dungeon and somehow he looked forward to it.
His hair was neatly arranged and tied at the back of his head, with his arms spread wide as the servants brushed off the wrinkled part of the clothes.
They went further to adorn his fingers with gold embedded rings before making him wear his shoes. All through the process though, Andrew's face remained expressionless as he watched them with rapt attention.
"Are you ready?"
"I admire your courage to try and sneak up on me mother." he gave a haughty smile, "But the sad thing about your efforts is that I can smell you from afar."
Stalki
