The King's Consent

BALTHAZAR

Life was fucking good. That was the goddamn truth. I sat in my large leather office chair, my ankles crossed casually on top of my solid mahogany desk. I took a deep drag of my cigarette, letting the rich smoke fill my lungs before exhaling it in a thick cloud toward the ceiling. My gaze drifted toward the open patio doors. The crisp winter air spilled into the room, but the cold did no