{Verena Laurel's p.o.v}
"Her Majesty has arrived!"
The declaration pushes every councilor to stand and bow as I step inside the hall. "Greetings, Your Majesty" The voices echoes. "Sit" I order. Settling down in the middle at the table. "We shall begin with the nation's situation" The henchman asserts from behind me.
I will announce the news of Gavril being my personal henchman at the end. It is not that important to bring in right away. "Pardon me, Your Majesty" Raising his hand, marquess Espen asks for permission to speak up. I return a nod. Allowing him to carry on.
"Thank you, Your Majesty" He bows his head. "The villages near the border are full of sepulchres. People have nowhere to bury the dead ones. The disease is spreading faster than we have anticipated. Due to increase in death and graves, lands' prices are rising"
