"Do you think this is the right decision, Your Majesty?" Rodrick's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, his words carrying the weight of the question as he stood by my side. We were in the grand hall, the remnants of the day's victory still fresh in the air, but his tone wasn't celebratory. His sharp gaze lingered on me, waiting for my answer.
I leaned back in my chair, my fingers idly tracing the edge of the wooden armrest. The fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. "You mean Raelis?" I asked, though I already knew what he was referring to.
Rodrick nodded, his expression serious. "Seventy percent of his wealth to the royal family and forty percent of his army stationed across the borders for patrol... It's a bold move, Your Majesty. But is it the right one?"
