Charles
It was the day of the celebration for the King’s 50th anniversary for enthronement. It has been 50 years since Majesta Soltiere reign over the the Soltiere Kingdom, and with his old age yet still sharp mind, the nobles and royalties agreed to host a big party and invited all the nobles and commoners to come.
In his bedroom, Majesta is readjusting the sash over his ceremonial robe while he muttered to someone using a communication device.
“Like I said, Mister Charles. Are you really not coming to this party?” The King sounded desperate. He knows he shouldn’t be like that given his status and his responsibility, but their meeting two weeks ago had caught him interested with the old man, and he really wished for Charles to come.
“Unfortunately, I can’t. You know I can’t mingle in
