Main Palace, Erengrad Empire Palace
Dietrich stormed back into his office, his steps heavy enough to shake the polished floor. The moment the door slammed shut, his fury exploded. He swept his arm across the desk, scattering scrolls, ledgers, and an inkwell that shattered against the wall, black stains dripping like blood. He kicked over a chair, sent a pile of books flying, and tore down the velvet drapes in a blind rage.
His two aides froze where they sat, then scrambled up, pressing themselves into the corners of the room. They clutched their precious documents close to their chests, as though shielding them might spare them from the storm.
"Get me the chancellor!" Dietrich roared, his voice echoing like thunder.
"Ri—right away, Your Highness!" one aide stammered, fumbling toward the door before breaking into a run.
