"My lords," announced the Duke, standing at the front, to his sides his son and commander stood. "It seems the gods have cursed and abandoned us as we're, at this moment, at a war!"
The duke then proceeded to say the matter.
The room went silent for a second, then the outburst started. People yelled in shock, pointing out at the Duke while some began to panic.
"War? Is that true, my lord?" Edward, a vassal head from the north asked with a slight quiver in his voice. He was the youngest among the heads.
"I'm afraid so." The Duke replied. "We're to be prepared for any eventualities and I hope you're all ready for the war to come."
"W-war?!" Another Vassal head said, looking terrified. "B-but...why would they suspect us for the assassination of her majesty, Queen Serielle?"
A valid question. Something the Duke himself was having a hard time understanding. He saw the Queen himself and talked with her.
Damien was a hero who saved her.
