The wind was howling outside of the palace walls as the storm raged on. The room was freezing, even with the fireplace. In front of you sat a table with a map of the kingdom, papers were strewn across it as you meticulously planned things to improve the current state of living in the kingdom. As you moved the miniatures of the buildings across the board you heard a cough behind you

"I would refrain from doing that if I were you," your advisor Atticus stated."

Atticus gently moved the pieces back to their original places, a slight smirk on his pale face.