[FINAL On going editing. The author has been sick and is in medications so I apologize for the lack of quality lately.]
Argider found herself summoned once again.
She stood before the grand council room, her mind heavy with the weight of the responsibilities she never asked for, yet had to bear.
Today, however, would be different.
The council had made it clear through subtle but firm gestures that her actions were beginning to wear on their patience.
As the doors to the council room creaked open, Argider stepped inside, her posture poised yet inwardly uneasy.
The members of the council were seated around a large, polished stone table, each one representing a key aspect of the empire's structure.
Each of them had their own unique agendas, and each of them, whether they admitted it or not, held their own ambitions in the shadow of the throne.
