"Your Majesty, the Emperor, you must explain this to me. What is happening? Why have you imprisoned Lady Malvolia?!" Grand Duke Delroy rush in, demanded as he stepped into Ares' chamber study.
"At dawn, the seven pillars of the imperial families contacted me so many times. They are furious about this. How could you do such a thing? If they appeal to Scarfox, it will threaten your position."
It was true—Delroy had barely risen from bed. This morning, he'd planned to relax, take a stroll through the northern territories, and savor the crisp air.
The sun had yet to rise over the eastern horizon, yet he was already bombarded with complaints—especially from Duke Emris Malvolia, who had pleaded with him to persuade Ares to release his daughter, ASAP.
"I have clearly failed in raising and guiding you since childhood," Delroy sighed, then exhaling the longest breath of his life.
