"Grace Edict? What does this tyrannous queen wish to do? To dissolve our noble class?" An angry voice echoed in a gloomy secret chamber.
"Such a nice Grace Edict. If this little tyrant successfully imposes it, could our family possibly remain the same hundreds of years from now? I fear we'd directly fraction and crumble."
"My idiots of sons have already started a dispute with my eldest, I am truly tempted to beat these fools to death. Can't they see this obvious scheme?" A nobleman grumbled, with a faint murderous intent in his voice. He was truly contemplating killing his own offspring.
"My family too has begun its clamor. Oh, my dear sons and daughters. I feel that it won't be long before they have thoughts of challenging me."
"What, handing your head over to the new king in loyalty? Well, aren't your offspring something. Hahahaha!"
