In the afternoon, Meladus castle glowed in the center of the town with bunches of lights and flames. A little portion of subjects roamed in the courtyard since the guests were being served by the maids in the grand ballroom.
Alex stood inside the gallery surrounded by his bodyguards. His eyes leisurely moved towards the people who were playing the music in a corner. The music which bored him the most. A romantic jazz seriously!
“Should I tell them to stop?” spoke his secretary who reserved the place beside him, maintaining some inches gap from the king. Perhaps, Mr. Cartlon had noticed his effort behind stifling the yawns.
Alex shook his head. It would be disheartening to stop them when most of the people seemed to enjoy. At least, they were among the participants who pledged to entert
