The Royal Palace

Though the frigid year came to an end and a bright year entered the circle, the lingering cold had yet to completely run away. Dense fog blurred the entire capital of the Kingdom of Nemphis.

But the Royal Palace at its centre was clear as any day on a regular bright year. The dozens of wind circlers of the Royal guardians were busy all night and dawn. After all, today was the day of the selection- the day their new ruler would be selected.

The whole city was lively. The commoners immersed themselves in a festival. But the case was not the same for the nobles. Almost all the nobles sent a delegation; every one of those were either led by the head of the families themselves or the first heirs. Almost all of them had solemn faces. Ultimately, the rise or fall of their families would depend on the selection- whether the candidate they have bet their all on would win or not.