Desmond pondered deeply, his gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape before him. The towering skyscrapers reached towards the heavens, casting long shadows that stretched across the bustling streets below. It was a metropolis of grand proportions, its magnitude dwarfing the small towns where Weston, Noel, and Desmond had spent their formative years. Yet, as Desmond contemplated this, a nagging question arose in his mind: Why was his family excluded from the prestigious ranks of the capital city?
"The agreement..." Desmond mumbled, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and realization. Memories of his family's reliance on the kingdom flooded his thoughts. The truth began to crystallize before him—this agreement had not received the approval of the king. It was merely a pact forged between Weston and Desmond's family.
