Royal Trouble
Cristiane Serruya
Chapter 1
Europe
In a small kingdom called Aragon
San José, Palacio del Al-Andalus
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
6:30 a.m.
The spring sun was already stretching out its warm rays over San José when King Valantín greeted the guards who opened the palace gates of his private exit, “Buenos dias.”
“Your Majesty,” was the answer repeated daily.
It was the same routine every day. Unfortunately, this was not just another simple spring morning and one of the signs to remind him of this was the number of watch guards posted on the towers.
Yet, apart from the chirp of the insects and the thrill of the birds, it was all quiet. His family and most of the employees were still sleeping or just beginning to get up.
Exactly as he liked.
He loved riding, and mornin
