The loss of Aldrian had dealt a heavy blow to Gulvar's position as king.
It had to be said that, despite Aldrian's shameless attempts to win Seira's favor, he was still the key to restoring the kingdom to its former glory.
But now, Aldrian was dead, and that dream had been shattered.
Worse still, his death happened in the capital, right under the royal palace's watch. It was a humiliating blow to Gulvar's authority.
Even if no one dared to say it openly, Gulvar could sense the growing dissatisfaction around him.
If he allowed it to fester, it would eventually become the trigger for far greater problems.
Suppressing the anxiety in his chest, Gulvar whispered, "No matter what, I must resolve this before it gets worse."
He was the king, and those who dared to doubt him were nothing more than subordinates.
What he didn't know was that his fear would one day become reality.
***
"What should we do? Do you have any ideas?" Alex asked, his expression grim.
