The morning sun finally broke through the clouds, casting a sharp, unforgaining light on Castle Valdren.
For the first time in days, the sky was clear, but the air in the courtyard below was thick with the usual chaos.
Soldiers clashed in training drills, the sound of metal on metal ringing out like a death knell.
Servants scurried like frightened rats between the stone buildings.
Merchants near the southern gate unloaded supplies, their faces grim, knowing these goods would likely be seized for taxes before they ever reached the starving villages they were meant for.
Prince Aldric watched it all from the stone balcony, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing. His expression was a mask of weary resignation.
"Your Highness."
The voice of his aide broke the silence.
Aldric did
