Helga looked at the note that had just arrived. Her eyes went cold looking at it as she clenched the paper. "Why is nothing going right?" Her words came out as a growl, and she grabbed her head in frustration, unable to understand where she had gone wrong.
'Everything should have been perfect. Those three would have lost and I could invade the two kings.' Grinding her teeth, Ketil walked in with a slightly panicky face. Helga looked at him angrily stopping him, but collected himself and gave a bow.
"My Lord." He was respectful but a hint of wariness lingered in his voice. "There is a mutiny," Ketil said softly as he felt the air in the room dropped several degrees. Helga's unstable breathing was all he could hear as she slowly got herself up.
