Lyan leaned back in his chair, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he addressed the war council. The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the dining hall, casting a warm glow over the gathering. Despite the early hour, the atmosphere was charged with energy as the council members discussed the recent events. The table was laden with breakfast—steaming cups of tea, fresh bread, eggs, and an assortment of fruits and meats. Maids moved gracefully around the room, serving food and refilling cups, their presence almost unnoticed amidst the intensity of the conversation.
Lyan's voice cut through the din, calm yet commanding. "I already know about the greediness of the nobles along our borders. It's not surprising that they've made their move." He paused, his eyes scanning the room, noting the reactions of those present. "But what's more important is that I've received a secret message from William."
