“Your majesty, the head nobles from Lecouth have just gone past the main gates.”
“I see, make sure to provide them safe passage. It is quite chaotic down below.” King Azar looked down below the balcony of his room that overlooks the kingdom. The amount of people rallying grew day by day, and it wasn’t surprise. He knew that at some point, his decisions would receive retributions from his people.
Azar had tried to appease them of course, tried to make them understand the need for the alliance with the werewolves. But the scars between them ran deeper than he thought, and it continued so for the last decade. And now all of the reasons he can enumerate for them are like incoherent blurbs from the bottom of a cliff, intelligible and irrelevant in comparison to their hatred.
He hopes that so
