In the council chamber, Lirael stood at the head of the long table, listening intently as her advisors outlined the progress made on securing trade routes. A map lay spread before them, markers indicating newly negotiated agreements and areas still under discussion. She asked incisive questions, her sharp mind cutting through the noise to focus on the most critical points.
At one moment, the chamber door opened, and one of the newer advisors hesitated at the threshold. "Your Majesty, forgive the interruption," he began, bowing low. "We've received word from the north. The mining towns have petitioned for additional protection after a string of raids. They fear the raiders are emboldened by the kingdom's recent focus elsewhere."
Lirael's lips pressed into a thin line. "Inform them that reinforcements will be dispatched immediately. Ensure the commanders understand this is a priority."
