"William, enough!"
Toby furrowed his brows, cutting him off, his emotions barely restrained.
"I will not show myself in the eyes of the people. That would be a desecration of the supreme royal authority, reforged by blood and will."
William fell silent.
It was better this way.
At present, no one in court could accept the return of a Veynar family member—someone who had fled during the Empire's darkest hours, yet now wished to partake in the fruits of its restored glory.
This dignity, this majesty, had been forged by that young Emperor himself—through dominance, through tyranny, through countless heads of enemies personally claimed. It had already become a faith.
Steurn carried the "Chapter of the Commoners," infused with the Empire's fortune, back to Truva Province.
Meanwhile, the Waterwave Griffon and Flame Griffon were escorted deep into the palace, into a royal forbidden garden.
