The King stood before the window of his private chamber, his eyes tracking the carriage as it rolled through the gates.
Behind him, Elias adjusted the collar of his uniform, waiting patiently before he broke the silence. "Why did you not see Lord Hajin off, Your Majesty?" He asked, keeping his voice respectful.
The King simply remained quiet, watching the carriage disappear into the busy streets of the capital. "I do not need to meet him right now," he finally spoke, "we will meet soon enough."
He turned away from the window, walking back to his desk while he gestured for the butler to pour some wine, "Elias," he asked, "what do you think of the sixth region?"
Elias carefully filled the glass, keeping his eyes on the dark red liquid while he considered the question. "It is a barren land, Your Majesty," he replied, "the soil is completely infertile, the towns are filled with corrupt officials, and sickness runs rampant among the starving population."
