King Astrid's mission and ambition

In a dark brooding throne room with limited lights coming from the round windows, total silence settled between two tall men. They wore long black robes with a tiny paw sign on it. One of them has a crown on his head, and he looked heftier and more mature than the other one, less attractive. The younger man was strikingly handsome, but his cold demeanor and his firm chiseled chin made him look rugged. 

  As the older man read a letter that was just delivered to him, his facial expression gradually shaped into a scowl.

"What does the letter say, brother?" The younger one asked, he was curious but still had enough courtesy not to look at the letter before it was handed to him. 

"Here, read it." He accepted the letter, trying not to think of the distressed look on his older brother's face.