River City, Riveria.
In the River Castle, despite the abundance of relaxing fountains and its greenery, the King didn't find solace, for his kingdom was burning, and nobody could see the flames.
In the King's court, King Conrad Fitz Riveria sat on his high throne and looked at his ministers with a face full of frowns. "Incompetent, all of you! Fort Sunflower was my seat of power! I flourished it, and you razed it to ruins! You can't even suppress a mere Slave rebellion! Why do I even pay you? Look at all of you, fat and filthy! Where is your warrior spirit? Where is your prowess? Is boasting about money all that you can do?"
The nobles lowered their heads in shame, and none dared to speak as they knew they had failed. On top of that, they knew their King's anger. The man didn't blink an eye in killing his three hundred brothers, one hundred sisters, and their mothers. Who were they then?
