ROYAL CASTLE.
WRYMORG.
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A round table dominated the centre of a conference hall and the ministers that governed Wrymorg were in their seats. A few of them were silently pondering while others murmured and openly showed their distaste for the current state of events.
Suddenly, the doors were flung open with a resounding crash. A servant, pale and visibly shaking, stepped in and announced, "The Archduke, Logan Rothschild."
Less than half of the ministers rose from their seats in acknowledgement. Logan entered with a purposeful stride, his presence commanding immediate attention. He ignored the disdainful glares directed at him and, in a bold move, walked to the head of the table, taking the king's seat.
A certain minister from Zachery's faction arose, his face flushed with anger as
