Situated on the banks of a lake, the Tang Palace was a sight to behold primarily when the darkness of the night sky mingled with the twinkling and colorful lanterns and lights. But today the exceptionally glamorous castle was surrounded by the dark clouds of gloominess.
It was silent and stationary as the still water. And one could speculate that one of the reasons might be the mirthless and murky temperament of the king of the palace.
The majestic king-like figure was sitting on the grand sofa with the leg crossed, a glass of whiskey in his hands. Although everyone knew that their master was disgruntled but one couldn't find a glimmer of scowl or even grimace on his chiseled face.
He looked as calm as a blue sea, but sometimes the unprecedented calm was also the indication for the incoming tempest.
