Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of dress shoes against marble flooring echoed throughout the massive cliff side manor, reverberating through every possible crook and cranny in the area. It was a rhythmic sound-- almost hypnotizing, in a way. And who else would be walking through these halls, except for Roman? Thats right. Several months spent in Russia, working, laying low, waiting. Waiting for the right time to come back, waiting for his father to go... wherever he went, so hed be able to inherit what he deserved most. No longer would Roman be a prince, in this family. No, he was a king. He ruled this land, and by god, hed strike down anyone who dare oppose him. Taking a seat in a chair, he leaned back, propping his feet up on a table with a smug grin. It was good to be back, but even better to be king.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 06:02:32 +0000
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