Time in the castle flowed like any other typical day. The maids moved into their regular duty. The knights were training on the ground. The ministers held meetings in the large room, trying to get reports to be compiled before proposing new laws to the Emperor. But where is the Emperor himself? He is late. A knock came on the door. The butler of the castle
Virgil Griffin cleared his throat before addressing the occupants in the room. “The Emperor extends his deepest apologies for not being able to join the meeting. He is feeling under the weather. For now, the meeting is adjourned.”