Chapter 235 – A Game of Thrones

With the room filled with shadows from the flickering candles, Maximo sat at his old mahogany desk. Despite the blank sheet before him being empty, the weight of his words weighed heavily on his mind. This letter, which was an invitation to the Italian royal family for a lavish gathering he was throwing for Mafia lords and ladies in training, was extremely important, he was asking for their blessings. It was necessary for his organization and the royal family to maintain their partnership. He looked at the printed letter he had initially written beside him, he changed his mind and decided to write the letter in style. He started writing after dipping his pen into the inkwell, the black ink shining beneath the lampshade, “I trust this letter finds you well and in good spirits, His Majesty, King Don, and Her Majesty, Ǫueen Vittoria.” “As you are aware, the customs and relationships that unite our families and organizations have endured over time, strengthening and preserving our re