The second day of the King-Maker scenario dawned on a city transformed. The plaza was no longer a chaotic mess of barricades; it was an armed camp. Vexia's runes glowed on the pavement, and Elisa's newly-equipped soldiers patrolled the perimeter with a grim, newfound confidence.
Nox stood on the courthouse balcony, his new armor a silent, imposing presence. He watched his kingdom work, a quiet satisfaction settling in his gut.
'This is better,' he thought. 'Organized. Efficient.'
A knock came from the door behind him. "Enter."
Serian walked in, carrying a simple wooden tray. On it were two steaming mugs. "I thought you might want some of this. It's not coffee, but Vexia found some herbs that have a similar effect."
She walked over and stood beside him, handing him a mug. The warmth seeped into his gauntleted hands. "Thank you."
They stood in silence for a moment, watching the sunrise.
