"…We are preparing for the funeral of Emperor Rael," she informed him. "Normally, the royal family should be leading this process, but unfortunately, they seem consumed with… other matters."
His expression darkened at those words as his fist clenched. Rage and guilt emerged within him as he felt the sheer disrespect that was being flung at his father from every direction.
He knew exactly what they were consumed with.
Each and every single one of them was being solicited by an endless ocean of domestic and foreign stakeholders, third parties, powerful individuals, sovereign nations, and power blocs. They were probably being swept with so many life-changing options that they simply couldn't be bothered with something as mundane as the funeral preparations.
He clenched his fists.
