"Whats the point? playing the treasurer means solving problems of the economy what I'm doing is no different than a monkey given an abacus."
I walked down the hallway of the Royal Treasury of Veltravia with my hand upon my forehead scratching it painfully.
"Sir you look unwell Lord Cassian Valemont" It was Sofia Renn, my secretary with her bright blonde hair and an energetic smile.
"No, I'm fine actually just lost in thought"
"oh well if your free theres a problem down in the office."
"again?"
"yes, a mismatch in today's accounts , gave felix a headache."
"sure, i'll be down shortly."
then leaving her behind, I went to my office.
It was filled with papers that needed to be signed, multiple meeting postponded and amoungst it all was a cushioned chair behind the messy table.
I flopped on the cushion and went into deep in thought. Something boiling up inside of me. Fingers absentmindly sliding accross my abacus.
The kingdom Veltravia is barely surviving with it's portfolio full of loans from foreign countries, dependence on foreign products unabling for the rise in economy, poverty, debt, rise in taxes, nobles exploiting, low survival rate-
"ENOUGH" Trowing the abacus in a fit of rage it broke on hitting the white marble wall.
Panting, i looked at the mirror mounted beside the shelves of the room, it was a gift from a nobel who wanted his priviledges to be restored.
I began to question myself.
"How many years has it gone since I got here?"
"This kingdom will not change having a man-child of a king, Bastien Corvain throwing himself in luxury and creating meaningless wars."
I walked up to the window and stared at the moonlit sky, Its light faded without glow as it used to before. The stars all irregular and faded.
"If this kingdom wants to destroy itself then let it be." A pause.
"And i will be the one to execute it..."
"For a purchaser who does not know how to make use of the free time which his possessions could purchase him will always continue to strive after possessions."
Looking up to the sky.
"In order to create a better society it must first be crushed to give birth of a new order"
Holding my hand reaching up to the sky.
"an order absolute"
A quiet whisper left my lips...
"and i will be the one to create it'
As the oath settles The moon bled red across the sky.
"It will be my vow..."
Author Note: Next chapters will continue next month. Thank you for reading.