Garreth glanced at all his sons and daughter from his first late queen, his expression softening for a moment before turning serious.
"You all know I never wanted to summon these heroes. But your uncles, all the dukes and nobles, insisted. They saw Celestia and Orthosia summoning heroes and didn't want to be left behind. They spoke of glory, of power, of securing our nation's future… and I was outvoted. But now? All I see are arrogant fools who think they own this land."
"We know, Father," Kaelen said, his voice steady.
He exhaled, resting his cheek on his knuckle as he leaned against the throne.
"All your uncles and the nobles love to pamper these heroes, using their connections to gain favor. They think it will bring them power, but they are only inviting trouble."
He straightened, his gaze sharpening.
