The Royal Palace, Spring Kingdom.
"What's the plan, your grace." Duke Silverthorne asked briskly and dutifully. His old goofy demeanor was replaced with the utmost attention and focus.
The meeting room was a big luxurious hall, decorated with valuable paintings and carvings.
In the centre of the hall, stood a large wooden round table with twelve chairs drawn on opposite sides.
Twelve chairs- five for the five dukes of the kingdom, the most powerful after the royal family. Four for the advisors and the councilmen of the King. Two for the Supreme knight commander and the Grand Wizard of the kingdom and the last one, or rather, the first and foremost chair for the King himself.
He was seated at the head of the table, as he should be, and all the other people were facing him.
