Riyadh, The Palace.
A dark blue night sky enveloped the city. Shining golden lights diffused outward, making the Palace compound appear even more magnificent and spectacular, as if it were a resplendent gem embedded in the ground.
In the meeting room, gold, white, and red hues intertwined, bright and vivid.
Yet the Crown Prince himself, the true master of this nation, was dressed very modestly, wearing only a red and white checkered headscarf and simple traditional attire.
On such an important occasion, he even wore a pair of slippers.
There was no helping it, as events had unfolded too urgently. He had been awoken from bed and, without even time to wash his face, plunged into analyzing the situation.
He leaned casually in his chair, hands resting on his knees, saying nothing, yet his presence already inspired both respect and fear in those around him.
Many rumors about him circulated within the country.
