“Lord regent,” the man bows his head to observe formality in respect to Hernan’s position. The whole land was surprised by the news that King Azar had submitted to his demons, hanged himself in the four corners of his room. But Arturo knew better.
He was a tradesman, a businessman, and he prided himself with the connections that made him sit on luxury itself. Keeping atop of knowledge and everything around him was an arduous job, and one he never loved but it was necessary. Knowing who’s rising in power always comes in handy, makes it easier for him to manipulate the market.
He was just watching the whole thing like a movie made for him, testing the waters behind the scene, waiting like a patient hawk to who’ll come out the strongest. Azar’s crown or the rising snake, Hernan, and he’s a
