They all knew it was coming.As night stalks the day and spring claws its way from winter's corpse, so too did everyone know the reign of Mesha would be born in crisis.
The first great hurdle...
The chamber was stifling, Mesha did not like to stand there but he was the Imperator so he had to. Shadows clung to the high stone walls, and every breath seemed too loud when it was completely silent. He sat at the head of the small council, the table stretching before him, his heartbeat quickened when he caught the strain tightening his uncle Keval's jaw.
"How reliable is this information?" he asked,believing he was to say something, anything really...
They weren't in the grand hall tonight. No gilded courtiers or perfumed flatterers here, only the men who truly ran the Empire.
