Chapitre 231: The feast (3)

The count's audacious request continued to gnaw at Conradin's thoughts long after the meeting had concluded. He found himself grappling with the complexities of nobility and power, the very fabric of his kingdom's social structure. As he reclined in his chair, a tapestry of frustration, anger, and determination wove itself into the intricate patterns of his mind.

"Damn greedy bastard," Conradin muttered under his breath, his voice barely rising above a whisper but brimming with frustration. "It has not have been even a week since they reclaimed their lost lands, and yet they hunger for more. How dare he approach me with such entitlement?"