Family Bonding

As Ivan departed, likely returning to the forge that had captivated him, Antonius was left pondering his next move.

"Are we venturing into Crimea so soon, Your Majesty?" inquired a concerned voice.

Antonius, his gaze fixed on a mosaic map of the region adorning the wall, responded thoughtfully. "Not immediately, my brother. It's crucial, however, to strategize and lay the groundwork for future endeavours, just in case if no changes in the situation emerges."

"Understood," came the reply, laced with a hint of apprehension.

"Abdullah, please ensure I'm not disturbed for the remainder of the day," Antonius requested, his tone carrying a weight of solitude.

"Certainly, Your Majesty," Abdullah answered, bowing slightly. He watched the emperor disappear behind the palace gate, the doors closing with a resounding finality. Brushing dust from his robes, Abdullah cast a lingering glance at the grandeur of the rebuilt palace hall before turning to leave.