Kimar Region.
Duke Kimar Estate
Inside the grand meeting hall, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and quiet ambition.
Duke Kimar sat at the head of the long table, his fingers drumming lazily against the carved armrest of his chair. Around him, the remaining noble houses that had survived the chaos of Edmund's reign filled their plates and goblets, feasting while whispering their schemes.
Kimar's lips curved into a smirk as he broke the silence.
"It seems… the Roland household did not attend this meeting, hm?"
One of the nobles leaned forward with a sly smile.
"Your Grace, it appears that Viscount Roland has no interest in aligning with us. Perhaps… Your Grace should consider removing him from...well..."
A ripple of chuckles passed around the table.
Kimar chuckled low in his throat.
"Hmm… very well. If the Roland household does not wish to bend, then they can be cut away. The kingdom no longer has room for hesitation."
