— A few minutes ago. —
Vihaan walked down the hallway, leaving the morning meeting behind.
It had been an exhausting morning. Most of the ministers had looked at him as if he didn't belong to this world at all, their gazes lingering a little too long, heavy and unsettling. He had grown used to it over the years—but today, it felt worse. Much worse.
Especially after his father had announced that he would be the crown prince instead of his brother.
Suddenly, a door opened, and a hand yanked him inside.
He reacted instantly, reaching for the spear hung on the wall without a moment's hesitation.
Spears were more commonly used in Danshin than swords. They were the preferred weapon—easy to train with and less costly. That practicality was one of the many reasons Danshin remained wealthy to this day. Their strength did not lie in extravagant weaponry, but in how wisely they spent the kingdom's resources.
