A week had passed since the Vault incident.
The underground vault—sealed for generations, only allowed to enter with permission—had been breached. Not by an enemy invasion, nor a natural disaster, but by two individuals from within the Draken household itself.
Alice Draken and her personal servant, Julies Evans.
Duke Draken sat at the head of the long table, rubbing his temples as the final voices of the meeting faded into silence.
"I'm really starting to get a headache because of all this…" he muttered under his breath.
The meeting had lasted hours. Everyone with authority or blood in the Draken estate had been summoned. Elders. Vassals. Advisors. Even a few of the outer-branch kin.
...And no one is happy with this news.
The vault's security breach had shaken the foundation of the family's authority. For generations, the Draken name stood for discipline, legacy, and order. And now, two of their own had made a mockery of that.
