"Your grace has handled the situation, my lord. No war will happen now." Rowan frowned as he was sure how tense the nobles were these days.
He had seen the preparation of war at the marques palace too.
"I have thought that my father's knights take care of such matters while you administer the document and paper work. Why are you handing such a grave matter then?" Ben forced a smile on his face. If only, he knew! He would have done everything in his capacity to change it.
"Knock the door again. The voices had ceased." Rowan looked at the door again when Ben remembered why he was here in the first place.
He knocked the door again, "your grace."
"Come in." The voice was dark and thick, making Ben pause for a second and remember his god.
