The storm continued to batter the Imperial Capital, yet within the temporary residence of the Graystone Province envoy in the capital, it was silent as if isolated from the outside world.
Raymont sat by the fireplace, calm and composed, not at all like someone who had just participated in an upheaval against the Empire.
Unlike the Second Prince, whose eyes burned red in the Imperial Hall, his fingers didn't bear a trace of blood.
It could be said that Raymont was the biggest beneficiary of this coup.
Years of planning resembled a grand chessboard, with the nobility, the princes, the legion commanders all mere pawns being pushed around.
Rhine was too soft, Kaelin too impulsive; only he stood outside the board, securing everything with the most prudent posture.
He even felt a slight joy rising in his heart...
The Empire, so vast, so ancient, had been easily grasped by him alone.
