Chapter 101: Consequences of Power

The dawn's light filtered through the high windows of Blackmere's war room, casting faint golden streaks on the stone walls. The reports from the southern territories were scattered across the table, detailing the aftermath of the latest skirmishes with the bandits. Damien sat at the head of the table, his steel-gray eyes fixed on a single sheet of parchment.

The letter was from a village elder in the western territories—a plea for aid. The village had been devastated by the merchant guilds' manipulation of supply chains, leaving families starving and desperate. Damien's jaw tightened as he read the words, the weight of their suffering pressing heavily on his chest.

"We're doing what we can," Carys said, her voice breaking the silence. She stood across from Damien, her green eyes steady but tired. "But we can't be everywhere at once. The reforms are starting to take root, but it's going to take time. The people need to believe that the crown hasn't abandoned them."