Duke - Council Chamber
Draven sat at the head of the table. His table now. The Duke's council.
Around him: newly appointed advisors. People he trusted. People who'd proven loyalty.
"The harvest reports are positive," said Lord Brennan, the new agricultural advisor. "Yields up fifteen percent from last year. Marcus's mismanagement is being corrected."
"Good," Draven said. "And the villages he cut off?"
"Grain shipments resumed immediately, Your Grace. The people are grateful. Your approval ratings in the southern territories have jumped significantly."
"The border garrisons?" Draven looked at Commander Helena, recently promoted after Lord Commander Graves retired.
"Fully staffed and supplied. Morale is high. The bandits have been pushed back. We're seeing the safest border in five years."
"Treasury status?"
