Alexander James Francis Maximillion Nightingale let out a sigh as the dreaded time had drawn near. The following evening.... it would be time, time for that awful event. Well....it would be awful to him, or so he thought. This was one ruler that was certainly....different than most royalty. Another royal, another king, or even queen, he knew would be quite thrilled with something like this. However, that was not the case for him. He was most certainly NOT thrilled, not one little bit. He would soon hear the sounds outside the window of his bedchambers, outside the balcony window that is. Alexander had returned to his bedchambers after a bit of time had passed. A few days had passed since then, and he was now once more there, getting ready, mentally preparing himself, when he heard those sounds. And so, he approached his balcony window and stepped out onto the balcony itself. He froze at the sight he would now see below. Out on the castle grounds, the servants had already prepared the front grounds for 'guests'. Carriages were already arriving, one by one, and through the large ornate front gates that stood there, guarding the entrance to the grounds, which in turn led up to the entrance of his great and respected castle. The castle was a symbol of the greatest power within his realm, power that came from the very shadows that they worshiped, the shadows that were their guardians and protectors, or so they believed. Anyway, Alexander would let out yet another sigh. 





It was soon to be time. The 'guests' were already arriving. The servants would greet them, one or two or even three or more at a time. They would all be lead inside and, in turn, they would be shown into the various 'guest rooms' that they would be staying in. He frowned as he watched various nobles and aristocrats and the like enter his proud castle, his glorious estate, his great home.  This was one ruler who did not find any enjoyment in the sight of what he was currently seeing. 



"May the shadows give me great strength the eve after this one..."


He spoke quietly out loud. Then, Alexander would turn around and head back into his bedchambers. He would remain there until he was summoned by staff to either great those that had entered his castle, or to simply have a meal to eat. Either way, this underworld realm ruler would not look very pleased, and would keep to himself. The most he gave, as far as any orders or the like, would simply be to cook him something different, and that would be if they made a mistake with his food. The servants kept their distance unless they were following their duties and such. When all was said and done, he would end up waiting in the main hall, forcing a smile onto his face as he did so. He tried to hide how he was truly feeling with that forced smile.