"Your Highness," a servant delivered a scroll to him, "His Highness the Crown Prince has sent these and requested your input."
The recent return had brought a flurry of activity as the royal family worked tirelessly to prepare for the looming threat of war. Lustridime's movements remained shrouded in mystery, yet the possibility of invasion could not be ignored. With a solemn nod of acknowledgement, Thassasalin accepted the scroll, his mind already racing with plans and strategies to safeguard their kingdom. Every precaution must be taken to ensure the security of the royal palace and its inhabitants, especially in such uncertain times.
The prince's aids were hard at work while Thassasalin undid the scroll. As the room fell into a productive silence, a familiar sensation rippled through
