Conclave Of Primes
Within the imperial grounds, a serene calmness was felt all over. The shone brightly in the clear blue sky. Clouds drift away here and there. A warm breeze blew in the pleasantly in the open space. The leaves fluttered in the wind.
Zarten sat in his garden with a a wine glass and bottle of wine on the table. The lively smell of flowers lingered in the air. He sat with his legs crossed and eyes closed.
'Step step step step… … stop.'
"Your highness, it is time." the voice of his right hand man called out to him from behind.
He opened his eyes and reached for a glass. Twirling it in his his hand before moving it to his mouth and halting. "Should I really kill him Rouchefort?" He asked in blunt tone.
"I do not have any advice that may not include my personal feelings on the matter. I would like to remain neutral about it."