In the heart of the palace, the study room buzzed with quiet focus as Denzal and Devonte worked side by side, reviewing stacks of parchment. Plans for the new academy were in full swing. It was a grand initiative, aimed at equipping the young pups with both literary knowledge and battle skills, ensuring they could lead with intellect and strength.
The kings believed deeply in preparing the next generation for the challenges ahead, envisioning a brighter and more balanced future for their kingdom. Despite their focus, a thoughtful silence lingered between them.
Breaking it, Devonte suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with doubt. "Denzal, do you think we did the right thing?"
Denzal paused mid-sentence, lifting his gaze from the papers to his brother. His expression was a mix of curiosity and concern. "Be more specific, Devonte. What are you questioning?"
