Meanwhile in the capital,
In the quiet of his office, Riz sat behind a meticulously organized desk, surrounded by a sea of documents that demanded his attention.
Each piece of paper seemed to tell a different story, each requiring a thoughtful decision. As he read through the lines of text, the weight of his responsibilities pressed upon him.
Knock—
Knock—
Knock—
A series of knocks on the door roused him from his concentration.
He looked up, a mixture of curiosity and weariness in his gaze, as a member of his staff entered. "Your Majesty, there's a diplomat from Inverloch who wishes to meet you," the staff member announced.
"Inverloch?" Riz's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
The name struck a chord, reminding him of Kaelio, the imperial prince of the southern empire he had met during the recent events.
It was likely that the diplomat's visit was related to the prince's circumstances.
