In the royal capital of the Bosque kingdom, Pith, the initially worried and restless people learned to calm down. The battles for the capital were bloody, but not enough to affect their day-to-day lives.
"Your Majesty, the capital will run out of food if we don't do something soon" A new royal advisor told the new king. The person atop the throne looked down at the person with a discerning yet indifferent gaze.
The person was of course Miller Bosque. He thought for only a moment before replying.
"...how long can we last in this stalemate?" Miller prompted reluctantly, more information was needed. The duke had planned some secret tunnels to import food into the capital in case of emergencies, but unsurprisingly, all the food resources that came anywhere near the capital were intercepted long before they could enter any secret tunnel.