PRINCE ZATAN VLADERION
After inspecting several patrol zones scattered across the outer territories, I made my way back to the castle. A meeting had been called an important one, between my father and the nobility.
The vast room was already filled with those summoned. Seated on both sides of the long and imposing grand table were nobles and royals. Lords, counts, barons, dukes, and other rulers of provinces, towns, and distant territories under our kingdom’s rule. Their faces bore the weight of uncertainty, and perhaps fear, although most wore their titles like armor, concealing their worry beneath noble pride.
My eyes searched for my father. He sat at the far left end of the long table. His posture was as regal and immovable as stone, his presence commanding silence without the need f
