"Your Grace, the officials from the east province are asking for more grains. Should we send it?" The guard asked.
Xion frowned. "Haven't we already sent it?"
The guard hesitated before speaking, "Yes, Your Grace. They said there were bandits, but... There is also news that they might just be hoarding the grains."
"Don't send." Xion was decisive. "How are the soldiers in the 3rd camp?"
With the Archduke gone, the burdens of rule now pressed on Xion's fragile shoulders, though no one would have guessed from the calm mask he wore before the council and the soldiers.
The memory of the Gin family's treachery still poisoned Suniva. The common people recoiled at the very mention of the great clans.
To them, every noble name was a mask for greed. After all, the Gins had proven just how little the people's lives meant to them.
They were pawns, sacrificed for the sake of power.
The only faces they trusted were those of the governor and their two lords.
