Sharing A Common Goal
Lord Ethan was seething in anger as he walked down the hallways of Kinshearth Palace. Behind him, the other Nobles of the High Court followed him like sheep following a shepherd. He tightened his fists in anger, fuming mad at what had happened in the aftermath of the Royal Court session.
"I have never been more humiliated in my life," he muttered to himself.
The image he had built up crumbled to dust before Laina. But he knew all was not lost. The ministers were clearly discontent with the way she ran Kinshearth. He still had his chances. His cousin might be on the throne right now, but soon enough, there might be a change of hands.
But before he left, he wanted a moment to clear his mind. So, Ethan sent everyone else off, leaving him to roam the hallway alone. He leaned over a marble railing, looking out at the view of the Capital.
He vaguely remembered his time in the palace, but everything felt familiar to him.