The Blackthorn Rebellion Ignites
"Your Majesty, there are a few noble families here requesting an urgent audience." A server knocked at the door of Casmir's study.
Isabella sat sprawled across the extended reading chair near Casmir's desk, completely engrossed with reading the pile of reports supplied to her regarding the kingdom's financial state and their planning to resolve the issue.
"Very well, I will be there in a few minutes." Casmir rose from behind his desk. "My love, will you be joining me?"
"Of course." Isabella smiled, setting aside the mountain of reports.
The grand chamber hummed with tension, a stark contrast to the previous meetings they had had. In the midst of ornate tapestries and glistening chandeliers, nobles from various houses had gathered, united by a shared concern that threatened to shake Valerosa to its core.