King Alonso Montero sat at the head of the large oak table in the throne room, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the gathered officials.
He listened to their heated debate with a thoughtful expression, tapping his fingers lightly on the table's surface taking everything they discuss into his brain and processing the information.
First, his attention went to Prime Minister Igel Cruz, who spoke up, his voice firm and commanding.
"Your Majesty, we must strike now while Keller's rule is still young and weak. Our armies are ready, and our soldiers are eager to prove their loyalty to the crown."
The nobles around the table murmured their agreement, nodding their heads in unison. They were a fierce and proud people, and they had no intention of letting Velian's usurpation of the power of their friendly nation go unanswered.
They had no intention of even discussing it with Velian's party since he didn't have royal blood in his bloodline, as far as the others knew.
