The yellow of the sun settled over the forgotten court as the people rounded up their daily activities. While some had good sales, others had barely made enough to settle their meals for the night. Yet they returned with happy faces, unaware of the looming dark cloud threatening to swallow them.
Within the heart of the city, in a white mansion surrounded by a beautiful garden, was the residence of the Duke of East, Minister Frank. Servants went about tying up everything to the best of their abilities, and within the mansion, glasses clinked as laughter echoed.
"I can't believe you came back," Duchess Eve laughed as she sipped her wine.
"Oh, come off it. Who would stare at the western borders if not one with a death wish?" Minister Frank murmured sternly.
