Making Friends and Enemies

Prince Hall

The papers were piled up on Modrid's desk as he sat at his table. Such documentation was always demanded of a member of the royal family, who was responsible for tens of thousands of clans and families.

A prince of the most powerful empire, with an older sister who was the most competent genius of the century, would have an easy life.

But a minor hiccup had upended his peaceful existence.

Mason Silverblade, the head of the Silverblade family, stood before him. Mason's face was similarly filled with helplessness.

"Your highness, I am helpless to engage with that Baron due to the rules as a Marquis of another realm. Even if I could, the distance is so great that if I embark on such a long voyage, my adversaries will almost certainly target me. Please, Your Highness, alleviate this subject's concerns."

"sigh...Mason, is it your wife? "

"Argh!" Your highness is all too familiar with it. My wife is Count Forser's sister, and she is now reluctant to even visit me, let alone tal