EDITED.
"Their empire of deceit will crumble beneath the weight of my wrath; I am the reckoning they never anticipated." ~Araneae Ruber
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#The morning in the royal palace#
BRANT EYED Heath as he worked. It felt like déjà vu, as he has had this same feeling before.
"Is there a reason you are working this hard?" Brant asked, dropping his fountain pen as he stared at the prince.
Heath lifted his eyes from the book briefly and soon went back to his scribbles.
"No reason in particular." He shrugged, closing the booklet. He handed it to Brant. "Let's have the executive houses look through this and see what else can be solved. Since the emperor isn't able to do anything now, they should bring all their complaints to me"
Brant stood from his chair and walked towards him, slowly eyeing the document in his hands. Heath gave him a pointed look as he frowned.
