"Ahh, it's all a hoax. These people think I am gonna save their asses…..hmm...bullsh*t."
The man scrambled through the stairs as he lost his footing a few times. He cursed the stairs and proceeded to go upstairs.
The wine had reached his head and in a complete drunken stupor. He was only half aware of what he was saying or where he was going. He managed to finally reach his room and stumbled while opening the door to fall headfirst on the floor.
He was Victor Duos, the local rich, wealthy, and respectful lord of the large city. Almost half of the state's assets constitute his property. So when a declaration of War reached his ears. He was mortified, like all other rich lords who consider them to be well above the masses.
For them, War is only susceptible if they have a guarantee of survival. Their wealth, property, and money could ensure their well-being even in case they lose the war. About the common masses and warriors who care.
Queen is calling, subjects have to appear.
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