The man was in his sixties if you see him from afar one would think so. He was slouching which doesn't do him any good. He wasn't tall in stature and you may think he was a teenage kid from his back.
He was walking outside his palace towards the realm of Iñigo. All he had was his guts to go with. This was not an official meeting but one that was necessary. His son's happiness and safety rested on this meeting.
He stood in front of a massive double door. It was made of wood trunks and barks. The trunks intertwined and it was as if they grew there together instead of being pieced together like a puzzle. Antonio drew a deep breath before knocking.
"Who is there?" A small squeaky voice asked on the other side of the door.
"It is I, Antonio the king of Kama-Kama." He proudly responded. No o
