Reeve sat on his small throne, observing the piles of reports scattered across the large oak desk in his office. The room was lined with thick stone walls, adorned with flags and royal emblems. But today, not a single symbol could provide him with a sense of security. There was something strange in the air—a mood that made his back tense and his mind more alert than usual. He gazed far out the window, at the seemingly magnificent yet silent castle. In recent days, everything felt more... unpredictable.
"Veldor," he muttered under his breath. The name had been swirling in his mind like an unsolvable puzzle. Lord Veldor, one of the most loyal nobles to him, had suddenly changed. Their once-close relationship now felt strained. Veldor no longer sent daily reports or visited the castle as frequently as before. This made Reeve suspicious. In politics, small changes often mark the beginning of something large and dangerous.
