In the heart of the ancient palace known as Palazzo Macedon, whose first bricks were supposedly laid by the emperor himself, sat three men, looking out the window to a view of a magnificent garden, with Lake Natura as the backdrop.
The palace was a little ways from Valencrest city, which is why it was deprived of the hustle and bustle that accompanied a metropolis. But more importantly, it was deprived of all the security that usually accompanied such a place. The fact that it even contained a garden, full of grass, bushes, trees and flowers, meant that it was practically asking to be cursed. Yet the palace had withstood the test of time, surviving for nearly a thousand years.
From the window the three men could see a host of men and women, tending to each corner of the palace, from the gardens, to the orchards, to the small pond filled with fish. That in itself was not odd. The odd thing was that each of them bore a strong resemblance to the three men sitting inside.
