Ray'ven blew a strand of hair from her face as she read through another document. The state of the kingdom was beginning to decline little by little. Raids and fights for territories had begun to overtake most of the southern quadrants, gangs that had been in fear of her father had grown bold under the rule of her brother.
Sighing, she sat down the parchment, rubbing at her temple in frustration as she reached for the quill that sat in a small jar of ink to her right. She would never understand how her father had done this for hours at a time. Reading every document meticulously and then creating either a denial or approval letter for each. Ray'ven was sort of thankful for her mother's long lessons on politics.