Chapter Seventy Five

Two days had passed since the attack in the blood castle. Calhoun had been swarmed with obligations to fulfill. He had barely had time for himself, from planning the procession that would be used to mourn the death of those who died in the attack to devising a way to prepare for war while training his men.

He currently sat in his study, going through reports of some temporarily appointed ministers. He was going to have to employ new people for that position. He sighed, gently placed the information he was reading on his table, and dragged his hands through his face.

"Sire? Is anything wrong?" one of the temporary ministers asked. He was the only one in the study with Calhoun.

"Everything is fine. You may leave. I need some private time." The minister bowed and quietly left the room.

Dragging his hands across his face again, Calhoun stood up and went to his room which shared an adjoining door with his office. He walked into it, closed the door behind him then walk