Alaric

Paperworks. Another paper works and there's another.

My eyes furrow at the maps before me, the sudden partitioning and the clamouring of the minority groups who agitate to own the land in the Middle East.

That's the least of my worries. Right now, I sense there's a ploy to kick me out of the throne because I have no heir.

Earlier, while I intended to have a discussion with Dirna, in my study room, I got informed by a soldier that the elders were at the court for an emergency ...