The streets of the capital were restless. Though the plague had passed, its remnants still clung to the kingdom like a lingering curse. Merchant stalls that once overflowed with goods now displayed half-empty shelves, and whispers of rising prices spread like wildfire among the common folk. Soldiers patrolled the streets in greater numbers, their presence meant to inspire security but instead serving as a grim reminder of the kingdom's fragility.
Kale observed it all from the rooftop of a quiet tavern, his sharp eyes sweeping over the city's movements. He hadn't expected stability to return overnight, but this—this was worse than he anticipated. The kingdom was balancing on a knife's edge, and the wrong push could send it spiraling into chaos.
His gaze shifted to the palace, its towering spires standing tall against the evening sky. There, behind those pristine walls, the true battle was being fought. Not with swords and spells, but with words and influence. Nobles seeking to secure power while the throne weakened, vultures circling the inevitable collapse.
Serene stood beside him, her brown hair pulled back into a neat braid. She was silent, waiting for his words, a habit she had kept since their time together.
"You've been watching all day, Master." Her voice was quiet, but the concern was evident. "Have you found what you were looking for?"
Kale didn't answer immediately. His thoughts were focused on something else—on the reports of unusual activity near the borders. At first, he assumed it was routine military maneuvers, but there were too many inconsistencies. Movement patterns that didn't align with standard patrols. Strategic locations being fortified under vague orders. Something was happening, and the court wasn't acknowledging it openly.
"I need more information," he finally said, stepping down from the ledge. "The court is stirring, and the military is shifting. Either someone is making preparations… or someone has already made their move."
Serene followed without question. "Do you suspect war?"
Kale exhaled. "Not yet. But someone does."
And Kale needed to know if it was justified—or if someone was pulling the strings from the shadows.