In another part of the capital, the morning sun poured through the tall windows of a lavish mansion, casting warm rays across the opulent bedroom. The room was adorned with rich furnishings and ornate decorations, reflecting the status and wealth of its occupants.
Seated at the edge of a grand wooden bed, adorned with faded navy blue sheets, Knight Ortis sat in his robe, his expression clouded with frustration. In his hand, he clenched a crumpled piece of paper — an imperial order announcing his suspension from duty.
His wife, a picture of grace and poise, stood nearby, her gentle touch attempting to comfort him. "It's going to be alright, dear. Remember, it's only temporary," she murmured softly, her voice filled with reassurance.
