A King and His trusted Advisor
As the sun rose for a another day, the newly crowned king was still huddled in his bed, sleeping soundly. Once he saw the sun rise through the red gleam curtains, he sat up and yawned loudly. Rubbing his light brown eyes, and staggering out of bed, he knew that today will be different, in some sort of way. Alibaba washed his tired face, feeling the fresh cold water hitting his face..honestly it felt great to him; He could suddenly hear some of the servants heading his way, their foot steps were loud enough, and he could tell...that he was coming down too. Of course, he was his advisor after all.
❛ ♚ 》 The future king's advisor's commanding voice and footsteps could be heard all around the castle as he prepared the whole place for the big day. A lot of guests were going to be attending his coronation and the last thing he wanted was some rich bastard making snide comments about how horrid the 'slum rat's' choice of decor is. Though, he could really care less about their opinions. It was not only an important day for the heir to the throne, but also for him because he had been chosen for the role of advisor; his right hand man. It was a big responsibility - and a huge opportunity. "Move the flowers away from the door. Get that shit out of the way." The workers weren't startled by his choice of words as they were used to his rough manner of speaking. After he was done with the preparations, he walked down the hallway and towards the prince's room to make sure he was awake. He opened the door before entering. "You're actually up. Isn't this a surprise."