Zachary Jacobs

a wine glass rests in his hand, his lips never touching it even once. He had no desire for it, his bodyguards were perched at his side, clutching weapons like their lifelines. Their were maids rushing around the rooms, trying to get it cleaned before the king/queen arrived (you can be the king/queen if you want) his eyes narrowing, he doesn't like the amount of people worrying themselves for him I'm growing tired of this waiting game