Alexander walked out of his room and stood on the balcony, breathing the fresh morning air. He leaned his arms against the railing as the maids prepared the table and the tea for him in the background. He looked at the vast greenery, the forest, the vast fields, the hills, and the mountains, everything was visible from where he stood.
"Young Master, your father is on his way to join your morning routine," a butler said as he lowered his head to Alexander.
"Yes, thank you, Sullivan. Have you eaten your breakfast?" Alexander asked as he turned around, walking toward the table as he looked at the old man in black Butler attire.
"Yes, I have, Young Master. Thank you for asking," Sullivan smiled warmly as he lowered his head once again before he excused himself.
