[Leif's POV — Thorenvald Estate, Late Morning]
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Zephyy—currently in the form of a majestic dragon—was doing aerial acrobatics over the estate like he owned the sky. His wings cut across the light like molten gold, earning cheers (and a few terrified screams) from the Villagers and guards below.
Meanwhile, I was walking down the hallway, trying to look like a responsible ruler and not someone who had absolutely no idea how to negotiate with wine-brewing villagers who hated change.
Today's mission: convince the Raventon villagers to share their traditional method of brewing wine and beer.
Easy, right?
Except for one problem.
They didn't want to share it.
And unlike the Imperial capital, where being a ruler meant people actually listened to you, here in Forjnholm? My "royal privilege" had about the same weight as a soggy biscuit.
So, yes—today was going to be fun.
