"Javier Aditi…"
Figures stand in the darkness of light, their faces grim despite the luxury that paints their visage.
In the lucrative throne room of the Randalorion Kingdom, brimming with wealth and power, possessing all of the splendor of the entire Kingdom, Javier's name is mentioned in a rather complex manner.
There is no scorn in the way his name is uttered. In fact, one could say there are even traces of adulation—even a hint of fear—in the reverberating voice.
The King sits on his throne, his brows creasing in a troubled manner.
His Queen is absent, and so are the Princes.
Only his most trusted advisers—Grand Elders and Royal Chancellors—are present at the moment.
As it should be.
Currently, the matter being discussed is one that demands utmost secrecy, and its information is only privy to a select few. Even in the upper echelon of power, among the Royals and High Nobles, only very few know of the topic of discussion.
—Leviathans!
