Receiving news of the assassination, people from all three factions rushed towards the fateful meeting room like the wind, their hearts filled with trepidation like few other times in their lives.
People from Lord Assazd's faction could not believe how someone as cautious as him could have been harmed, while the apparent news of Amenheraft's death made his people only fill their eyes with absolute darkness.
Without their crown prince, they had no one to lead. Amenheraft's children were still too young and if Pasha Vivizan were to rule as regent in their stead, well the more powerful lords would simply pay him the mere lip service.
The old man, as prestigious and noble as he was, still did not have the divine royal blood needed to make others give him their full loyalty.
