The local markets in the Kingdom of Jin were dying wine and handmade crafts sat unsold in stalls, gathering dust. The people, once lively and festive, had become gaunt and irritable. In just two years, the royal taxes had risen nearly fourfold.
Farmers could barely feed their families, and many artisans had already abandoned their trades.
The never-ending war on the Western Front was like a festering wound. For over a year, no real news had arrived rather only conscription orders and tax collectors. It made Roland restless and bitter.
But amid the doom and gloom, new life brought joy.
A month later, one of the maids came rushing to the study. "My lord, the nursery… the children… It's time!"
Roland jumped up, heart pounding, and bolted for the mansion's eastern wing. And soon after, the familiar chime echoed in his head.
