Daniel reluctantly planted himself at the chair opposite his uncle's desk, glancing up at the man attentively. His insides sank with nervousness at the sight of those steely, imposing eyes. But he knew that this wasn't a good time to feel afraid.
"Now, as you know, the war with Izadel is coming to an end soon," Karvus began, his voice placid and echoing through the room. "In roughly six months, both you and the second prince will be attending the victory banquet - where the people of Laydel will see you for the first time. It is vital to your reputation that you don't disappoint or appear weak in front of them."
His words were curt and strict. The duke then stood up from his seat, walking around his desk and promptly dropping a pile of papers in front of Daniel. The Prince blinked, confu
