[Hadlara] The royal capital, within a luxurious council hall, the handsome second Prince erupted in fury after hearing his subordinate's report. He swept the flowerpot and the oak wine cup from the table to the floor, cursing with rage.
"Damn it... Damn it! Curse that Harold, curse that William!"
All the attendants present were trembling and kept their heads down, daring not to respond, except for an elderly man with white beard who remained calm, looking over his glass of wine, waiting for the Prince's rage to subside before speaking indifferently.
"There's no need to worry so much, Hattar, things aren't as bad as you think."
"But, Master Anthony, Harold almost won the favor of all the nobles at that banquet, and of course, my dear father King Basel..."
At this, Hattar's expression twisted.
