A Worrying Night

Vernium

'Hah' 

Veran the Third is inside his chamber. He did not have desire to sleep with his wife or entertained his children. 

Instead, his mind is filled with anxiousness. He sat on the chair on his private room, a lavishly adorned chamber, a room befitting his regal stature. 

The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, adding an air of sombreness to the room.

'hah'

He sighed again. He leaned over his oak desk; his gaze fixed upon the military report that lay before him.

He rubs his forehead, massaging his temple and could not help but sighed again. The report come as soon as his scout detect something unusual on the border of Balhae. 

Then the scouts rides horses ,changing the ride each time the ride is exhausted to bring the report to him. 

And the news they brought is not exactly good news. Arial the Outlander Emperor has marched his army, ten thousand strong out of Balhae and is now reaching Balhae