Qadeer

This room brought back many memories, he used to make big decisions in the presence of the previous king, who was increasingly reckless and eager for war. As a young man he had also wanted to show his courage in battle, but time had taught him that sometimes, launching into war was not the wisest thing to do.

It is good that now I advise another monarch – thought Qadeer, smiling slightly – she seems wiser and with less desire for a senseless war, although perhaps there is no way to avoid it.

The door to the hall slowly opened, and long fingers peeked out, followed by a tall figure dressed in a black robe with gold edges. The figure did not seem to have noticed Qadeer's presence, as he closed the door murmuring phrases in a language unknown to Qadeer, and upon seeing him sitting at the table something changed in his gaze.

Qadeer – he said softly as he approached the table – you came quickly, I hope you had time to read the reports from my spies.