King Of Rocheveron
The dinning room was not in any way a better condition than the banquet hall, except for the fact that it was void of most people, it still reeked of alcohol and the stench of sweat.
Ryder frowned, his expression was tight and he walked with an air of authority, higher than that of the king of Rocheveron whose kingdom he was now in, but then what authority could this king even posses? He was a drunk and a party lover, totally clueless of his kingdom’s external affairs and most definitely clueless of its internal affairs as well. His gaze shifted to the queen seated beside him and he wondered how it could be that a beauty like that could have allowed herself get married to a man older than her by that much years.