An Aging King

Greeting

The Grand Hall of Eirenhald shimmered with lanternlight and song, its vaulted ceilings echoing with laughter and the chiming of crystal goblets. It was a celebration — of alliances, of power, and of possibility. He was never a man for parties. In fact he prefer solitude almost more so. He once had a wife... Not out of love but duty but she died in childbirth along with his only chance heir. He didn't grieve. He simply continued his duty ruling.