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Alpha King Ozar.

The grand doors of the council chamber open and their weighty hinges groans in protest. Emerging from the dimly lit room, I step into the corridor and I realize it is dark already. My regal stature is now slightly hunched bearing the invisible weight of the day's taxing discussions with the minister of affairs.

My eyes are framed by deep lines of weariness which shows the extent of my toiling and the countless hours I have spent deliberating over matters of state. My large robes rustle as I walk out along with the ministers of affairs who follow closely behind. I walk into the courtyard after leaving the halls to inhale a bit of fresh air before heading back into the fore walls of my bedroom where I would have to study a bit more.

I walk into the expansive gardens; my boot makes a crunching sound along the gravel path as a cigarette is lit for me by a male servant who disperses from my side immediately after doing so. I take it between my fingers, inhaling deeply an