September 30th, 1693.
The great hall of the royal palace was no longer a place of idle courtly gatherings. It had become the nerve center of Elysea's new government. Long wooden tables had been arranged in a semicircle, covered in maps, legal documents, and reports from every corner of the kingdom. Candlelight flickered against the polished stone walls as scribes worked tirelessly, recording and copying each decree that would shape the nation's future.
At the head of the chamber, Prince Bruno stood tall, his gaze unwavering as he addressed the assembled members of his new Council of State—the governing body that would advise and execute his vision. The council was composed of men chosen not for their noble blood, but for their skill, loyalty, and expertise.