บท 8: The Unruly King

A new dawn had broken through as a new day began. The yellow warm glow of the first ray of the sun brought about an air of tranquillity and peace.

Nature glowed beautifully. The dews on the trees around the palace sparkled like diamonds in the sky. The fresh and cool morning breeze was a welcoming sight.

Even the chirping bird signified the supposedly new beginning. One would expect the palace to be as peaceful as nature depicted.

Such a shame, that it wasn’t so. Sounds of breaking glasses could be heard coming from the King's chambers. It continued for a while, making everyone around squirm uncomfortably.

The King was at it again. His temper was worse than it was yesterday. No one understood the cause of his bad moods except his Beta and right-hand man, Rowan.

Atlas walked out of his bed chambers and headed for his study. On his way, anyone he met was scolded for one thing or another.