There are only two ways an empire or kingdom can fall. The first is through force, a siege—the bloody and brutal normalcy of war. The second is for it to crumble from within. When its cracks are exposed, and weak points are struck, it will collapse.
Aric had no means to utilize the first method. As for the second, the deeper you are within something, the easier it is to destroy it from the inside. If Aric managed to enter the king's ranks, he would gain an undeniable advantage—gathering crucial information and manipulating it to his benefit. This would be the prince's ultimate card.
However, Aszer was no fool.
The king chuckled dryly, his voice echoing through the throne room before turning into a hearty laugh, booming through the castle.
"You come here to tell me that you, a Valerian prince, are willing to aid me in taking power from the current sovereign, and you expect me to believe you?"
