Chapter 67. Brothers

Marib drew the bowstring back to its limit, pressing it close to his body. He felt the wind, but paid it no mind as he loosed the arrow. He wasn't aiming to hunt any beasts, after all.

Whoosh!

The arrow, tracing an arc through the air, struck a pointless target and fell. A deer, startled, fled into the distance. The ministers watching nearby let out sighs of disappointment masked as laughter.

"Ah, what a shame."

"Indeed. An unfortunate gust of wind, of all things."

"Well then. It seems Lord Derentio is currently in the lead."

"Your Highness, allow me to try."

Once a month, an unofficial event was held. The Imperial Family, key ministers, and a select few nobles gathered under the guise of fostering camaraderie, but it was truly an extension of politics – a tedious yet crucial affair.

"But, Your Highness, is Prince Gale not present today?"