Belarus dropped his hands by his sides with resignation. He had spent years trying to stay off of the political scene in Valerune. Yet it chased him down.
He looked at Dravon sitting before him with hands holding his sides and knew immediately that he had to face the reality; there was no war on the Northern border, but soon there might be one in Valerune.
Belarus took a deep breath as he leaned closer to the fire, hands outstretched.
"A few months ago, I happened to be on the same ship with merchants carrying royal cargo. From their hushed discussion, I discovered there had been a new appointment in the treasury. Someone who, according to them, should not be anywhere near military supplies nor sensitive documents."
Dravon's expression darkened. It was all starting to make sense to him. Whoever falsified claims of war, which was enough to have him sent off, must have access to military documents. Information that is privy only to his father and the inner court.
"A name."
