Vaeros stood at the top of the highest tower of the imperial palace, gazing down at his beloved citadel.
It was just a little past dawn and though many had come out to tend to their affairs earlier in the day, most of the city still slept.
The streets were well lit up and perfectly silent, with only the quietest hum of life. It was a sight that was not only pleasant but comforting to Vaeros.
It made him feel assured that his people basked in the peace and safety of his reign and it reminded him that so long as he wore the crown, it was his duty to protect this peace.
It was not an easy task he was born into, but Vaeros had already come to terms with his responsibility as a prince born to the previous Emperor and the only prince who still retained his title.
Without contention, the legacy of the Tharur royal family was Vaeros' responsibility to carry on, to maintain the peace that had lasted for generations.
