The arguments among the nobles were unsettling.
Victoria Wilder sat beside Crown Prince Wales, her icy face expressionless. Her gaze swept over the gathered nobles in the castle's long hall, with a hint of imperceptible disdain hidden in her eyes.
These good-for-nothings.
They wore lavish robes and engaged in grandiose discussions within this castle. Their bloodlines were noble, their titles impressive, and while their tone suggested they were deciding the fate of kingdoms, their impassioned speeches could ultimately be summed up in one word: Interests.
A righteous voice echoed through the long hall: "…The Carray Family supports the reconstruction of the King's Road. We are willing to offer a hundred strong workers, and my nephew will personally lead them…"
"Such a great sacrifice! A hundred people!" someone snidely remarked, "Aren't there more than a hundred just tending to your horses?"
