Caspian’s pov
The sky appeared gloomier than I had imagined. The winters had arrived, marked by cold breezes weaving through the palace grounds. This chill only deepened the kingdom’s troubles—damaged property from past skirmishes, waning support, and now, the looming threat from the northern territory.
I leaned back, thinking of the rumors I’d overheard. The northern territory, once an ally with Mistfell, had always maintained a good relationship under my father’s reign. But since his death and Aeris’s coronation, their attitude had soured. Resentment toward Aeris as queen seemed to be the only plausible explanation for their rebellion, though it didn’t fully sit well with me.
Still, rumors weren’t enough to justify action. I couldn’t afford to make a wrong move based on whispers, not
