Sitting in the position of the Grand Duke of Winterrealm often required difficult decisions. Mercy, as noble as it seemed, frequently complicated matters unnecessarily.
On the other hand, resolute and ruthless actions could sometimes provide the simplest, most direct solutions.
These were some of the lessons Ryze's elder brother had learned after assuming the mantle of Grand Duke.
Their father had been a ruthless man.
"Perhaps," Ryze said, patting his brother on the shoulder. "But at least in my eyes, you'll become the greatest Grand Duke Winterrealm has ever known."
"The Grand Duke…" his brother sighed. "Doesn't he still depend on the whims of people like you?"
Ryze didn't respond to this jab but instead allowed the conversation to drift elsewhere.
The Grand Duke shifted topics. "You've been scarce lately. Is there something you need my help with?"
"No," Ryze replied with a faint smile. "Perhaps… I'll be leaving Winterrealm soon."
