Zalthor leaned against the perfectly polished sofa in the large room, his eyes bored, legs crossed haughtily. At the other sofa sat Regent James.
He had dark brown hair; it was trimmed down, almost over-trimmed. He had soft brown eyes and a gentle appearance, just as he was known for.
The silence was loud. In front of the room stood a long window. The window was opened slightly, allowing the perfect draft to seep through.
Regent James sat up, his face slightly nervous.
"King Zalthor, I apologise for my sudden arrival. I discovered that sending a letter would take more days; I might as well just come to you instead."
He decided to say it, adding a little joke which did not come out as well as he intended, and he was correct about it.
If letters were sent, it would take longer days. Not to mention, every day His Majesty had lots and lots of letters sent, and the probability of him seeing his letter was an inch to zero percent.
