They played a few more rounds. And as it turned night, Leon decided to go back to his room. But before he left, he made sure to tell Riven his feelings without putting on airs. "Thank you, again. For the gift."
Riven shot his usual toothiest smile, ears twitching with happiness.
Leon lay on his bed, he was thinking about how to deal with those people. He admitted that he never went out to see for himself how things were. He was an arrogant king, but he loved his kingdom and his history, he would never want to jeapordise that.
An idea began to form—a grand ball. These officials, enamoured with wealth and status, would find such an event irresistible. By inviting them under the guise of a lavish celebration, he could gather them all in one place and question their motives. Though he hadn't reclaimed his title, few were aware of this fact. It was time to act like a king.
