The day was beautiful, almost cruelly so.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden light over the rolling hills and lush fields . A warm breeze carried the scent of fresh earth and spring blossoms, a reminder of how peaceful the land remained—for now. But beneath the splendor of the afternoon lay a moment that could unravel everything. Today, in the privacy of a secluded encampment, five lords would decide whether to cast the die and risk plunging the realm into a civil war that could shake its very foundation.
Lord Niketas,Lord Gregor, Lord Lysandros, Lord Eurenis, and Lord Corvan gathered once more, their meeting eerily similar to the one they had held months before. The same heavy canvas tent shielded them from the sun, the same long wooden table stood between them, and the same quiet tension settled over their shoulders like an unseen weight. But there were two key differences.
