*** Palace of Kings ***
It was a normal day in the palace, filled with nobles from all across the vast lands of the kingdom, all vying for the king's favor.
It was a court filled with intrigue and scheming.
And the newest and most important target of all that.
Would be Duke Justinian.
The ruler who had quelled one of the most well-planned rebellions the kingdom had ever seen, and he had achieved it despite his lack of resources.
It was natural that the monarch himself would recognize it.
"What do you think about the situation of Thirell?"
It was a question most nobles asked.
With the answers being drastically varied. Either support for Justinian, or calling it just sheer dumb luck from an idiotic ruler.
Either way, most saw him as a threat and an opportunity.
"The letter has arrived safely, my king."
Velen Von Persival spoke, the lord commander of the entire kingdom's army.
He was a marshal of the highest degree, one that even Lucan himself wasn't comparable to.
