Six days later, the Capital City was enveloped in thick dark clouds, as the fierce wind howled through the city with a mournful sound.
The streets, usually bustling with life, were as quiet as the dead of night. Not a single pedestrian could be seen on the entire street, as countless members of the Nobility gathered their families in the great halls, holding their breath and concentrating their attention. By this moment, sides were mostly chosen, and those who hadn't made up their minds could only wait for the final outcome.
People accustomed to changes in the court also hid in their own secret rooms, silently counting the hours, yet in their hearts, they were desperately praying for this storm to pass quickly.
However, in stark contrast to the silence and stillness of the people, the three Princes vying for succession were particularly lively. Representatives of various forces shuttled in and out of their estates, placing their last bets.
