Guardian Shelliot

I parked my car in the circular driveway of the Antarctican manor. By the time I got out of the vehicle, a lean executive was waiting for my keys. 

“Guardian Shelliot.” His pleasant smile was more than enough to warm my heart. 

I relayed a smile and dropped my keys in his hand. He settled in the leather seat behind the steering wheel and drove around to the side of the manor to park in the garage. They never allowed me around there. It was understandable from a royalty point of view. I was a guest, a Guardian to a King of Kings. I was respected and honored. It would be considered as disrespectful if I had to do lesser activities like parking my car in another Kingdom.

I turned to the flight of stairs leading to the front door. My first time here was filled with oohs and ahhs. It should not have come as a surprise the Antarcticans lived this way. Their Kingdom in the ocean was the most luxurious and beautiful of all the others. It was like t