Jasper sat in the grand meeting room, the weight of the conversation heavy on his mind. Despite the war having ended, a lingering tension hung in the air, a reminder that peace was often fragile. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Just because this battle was over didn't mean more wouldn't come.
Across from him sat Duke Noah, his face emotionless as usual, and Lord Vicar, whose brows furrowed in thought. They often gathered to discuss the affairs of their kingdoms and what they could do to strengthen their hold. Today, though, the subject of their discussion felt darker, and more uncertain.
"Emperor Serf has been far too quiet," Vicar said, his tone holding a hint of suspicion. "I wonder if Alaric was merely a pawn in a greater game."
