A Problem.

King Octavius Otto was an old man, the present ruler of Naria who had three sons. He was average in height, and most of his dark hair had grown into white locks, but the texture of his hair still retained its beauty and feel. He had a small scar starting from his chin to his neck, and his dark brown eyes still held their youthfulness.

Princess Raziah Octavius stood inside his chambers, where Ms. Ophelia had finally led her to. Just as she had expected, King Octavius hadn't been expecting them so there was surprise written on his face the second she walked in, after knocking a few seconds ago. The last time she saw him was a few months ago, when he had been standing outside to bid her goodbye when she, Ms. Ophelia, and Malcolm had taken off to the grand castle for her introduction.

Raziah paid her dues respectively at him, and he smiled back at her.