The chitter chatter of the advisors stopped once he stepped into the room. Ashy white hair with a red cape covering his back. Classic. Everyone's mouth was shut, neither in awe of soft pale features or in fear of how much chaos he could cause with simple words or dare I say orders. They were terrified of the fact that he wore a mask so perfect that no one could tell what he was truly feeling.
Long strides from his posture as he walked to the top of the table where a magnificent gold chair sat.
"Why stop the conversation? I'm sure that the gossip of the best moustache trimmer is fascinating to everyone. Isn't it George?" He spoke with a mocking tone knowing very that they weren't conversing about what was of high importance.
"N-Not at a-all my lord." George replied stuttering heavily, intimidated by the fear-striking aura that his King gave off.
"Let's get this meeting started. Now Charles reports on the archives?"
"We're running out of sniping guns. This means if we attack the enemy, long-range attempts will have a low chance of success. Additionally..."
The meeting was boring, so boring that when the timer beeped on the spies watches they bursted awake from their slumber. A loud yawn escaped one of the two spies.
"Shhh!" Whispered the other spy harshly hitting his partner on the back. While all this was occurring neither the King or his advisors noticed the violent acts happening above them