Alaric sat at the head of the long council table. His expression was stoic as he listened to his advisors. The room was filled with the soft murmur of voices, discussing various improvements to the kingdom. The council had been convened to review the progress in agriculture, infrastructure, and military defenses, and for the most part, everything seemed to be falling into place. The roads were being expanded, trade was flourishing, and the people were content—at least, for the moment.
"Your Majesty," began the royal treasurer, a stout man with thinning hair, "The kingdom's coffers have seen a considerable increase in wealth since the new trade routes were established. Our relationship with the eastern provinces has proven profitable, and—"
"That will be enough," Alaric interrupted, wavin
