"What? What are you saying?" A blond, well-dressed young man shouted at one of his men when he heard some not-so-interesting news this afternoon.
"Young master, don't get angry. It's not our fault. That damned Cesar is plotting with his group to use the fall of the Defiant Tyranny to increase his influence." A red-haired woman said as she lowered her head, not daring to look at the city's most prominent heir.
A middle-aged man next to the redhead, also with his head bowed, said. "Young master, please don't be in such a hurry. We've only just begun. In a few days, we'll be able to deal with that damned Cesar. He's only won one battle, but the war still has a lot of ground to cover."
Marcus had just heard from his servants that their initial attempts to use the Martial Court and the royal army against Cesar and his people had failed.
