The blinding light of day would pierce through the blinds propped up in the chambers of Castle Dominion, as he would allow the area to be greeted with the soft rays of sunshine, the very same sunshine that would illuminate the country that he would call Morvaria. It was not one that was open to most of the world for various reasons that were touched upon by those who lived there, and the few outside of it who knew enough to have discussion about it. The land was a fairly calm one but full of people, activities, homes and many wonders of the world that would be admired by almost anyone who would care to go there, if they were on good terms that was. The people who lived there would be woken up to the world of the Supreme Monarch’s creation, as they would to look at the place that they would in the fullest sense of the word call their home. These were things that the great ruler of their nation would take great pride in, even if they did not display it on their normally tame visage.
He strode down the spiraling flight of steps of his massive dwelling that overlooked the main city of Morvaria, on the peak of the tallest hill that his castle could be placed on, as per order of the Modern Day Napoleon. Now reaching the bottom of the staircase, The Good Doctor would pass through a corridor lit by the torches that would light the walls of an otherwise dark and murky passageway, lit precisely at the time that master would instruct that they be. As the ruler passed through corridor, they would encounter as line of guards that would be parallel to one another on both sides of the hall, lowering their heads in respect as their master walked by them, seemingly paying no mind to their presence. As the master came upon the doorway to his dining hall, it would immediately open its doors for him to walk through, like every day that the monarch would walk through those doors and every time that he would go to his affairs. Going through them once more to, The Good Doctor would behold the sight of massive dining hall.
A grand room that would span the size of a church sanctuary would come into the view of the Supreme Monarch, designed by only the most skilled and well practiced decorators and architects that could be assigned by no less than a king. The room was a full one that had flowers, wall engravings and numerous sculptures laid out on the floor and the the highest portions of the walls, made to brighten up the room and provide visual entertainment for anyone who would dine there, all illuminated by an chandelier. The dining table extended nearly the length entire length of both ends of the room and would covered in but a dish at one end and a bouquet of flowers in the center. While most would display their bewilderment of the environment even when seeing it for the thousandth time, there would be no reaction to the ruler of the castle, as would be expected by anyone who had seen them for the thousandth time.
Taking a seat the chair at the end of the table, just a few meters in front of the passageways doors, the castle’s master would sit down and be greeted by a younger servant who seemed to be rather nervous, almost to the point of shaking before the master. Not out of fear, but a jittery desire to appease the great ruler in the fullest capacity. The servant would then place a load of steamed carrots, broccoli, a potatoes as he made sure to get them onto his leader’s plate as quickly and orderly as he could. Once the boy was finished, he was just as soon dismissed and allowed to scurry back to the kitchen where he would tend to those who also craved food. Slowly and quietly, the monarch would place the food their mouth as they stayed glued to their plate, focusing solely on the the food that lay before them. After nearly 20 minutes of eating in complete silence, the master would call for the now empty plate to be removed.
Going off to the next room, the leader would go off in all of the glory that was carried with them as they went to the main location of their residence of the castle: the monarch’s throne room. It was yet another great room of the already great fortress, but this one was vastly more dull than the one that would be seen by fewer people than the room that was previously occupied by The Good Doctor. The room was not full of color, or weapons, or decorations, or sculptures, or really anything that would normally be seen in the room of a ruler. Instead, the room was merely and empty department with a throne and a few architectural designs behind the place where the master would sit. It had a grayish overtone to it that covered the aged brown and red colors that it had contained. The reason for this was because this was no place for a king, but something else entirely. As the monarch would climb up the steps, the blocks of stone would seem to crack lightly in respect. Not respect for a king, for this was no king.
Not a king.
Not a prime minister.
Not an emperor.
Not even a god.
But a Doctor…