The devil’s son and his pry

The tiring day faded away and nighttime slowly arrived, the spectacular view of the castle was heavenly and terrific as the gleaming lights of gold-filled the whole scenery.

A few maids could be caught a glimpse as they walked out of the castle with the intent of carrying out their tasks which were being assigned to them, while occasional ones paced inside as they engaged themselves in murmuring discussion.

Unexpectedly, the tremendous automatic gate of the castle unlocked as the fleet of cars drove into the yard —pulling up gradually in front of the indescribable building.

And in a flicker, the hefty guards hurriedly alighted as they jogged to the king’s car to open the door for him as he majestically stepped out in his dauntless glory...

King Spencer stood silently with his dark golden eyes which roamed around the yard, his green garment heavily gilding as sudden wild breezes kissed his face —all heads who caught sight of his dominant presence bowed in esteem.

Hence, he began to