Kallias sat behind his desk, surrounded by neatly arranged scrolls bearing the royal seal. Maps

of the realm lay spread before him, marked with reports from distant villages and border

territories.

His attention rested on a freshly opened scroll.

The deeper he read, the darker his expression became.

A knock sounded.

"Enter."

The heavy doors opened, and the Royal Aide stepped inside carrying another bundle of sealed

petitions.

He bowed respectfully before placing them on the desk.

"More petitions from the people, Your Majesty."

Kallias glanced at the growing pile.

"It seems they no longer believe their voices are being heard."

The Royal Aide remained silent. He knew the burden...