Damien's POV
I entered the dining hall and my eyes locked in on Uncle Kieran tearing into a plate of roast boar with the ferocity of a starved bear. A massive jug of blood stood by his side empty and one his laps, he held one of the maids, groping her breasts at intervals.
I chuckled at the sight and he snapped his head up and flashed me a wide toothy grin that could rival a sharks.
“Damien! My nephew, good to see you finally decided to grace us with your presence.”he boomed.
“Good morning, Uncle Kieran.” I said, my lips stretching in a smile as I walked to the head of the table. “How's breakfast?”
The maids that stood on standby scurried and layed out my breakfast. A plate of eggs and sausages along with a silver chalice filled with warn blood. The scent of iron filled my nostrils and made my stomach growl.
Taking my seat across from my uncle, I raised my chalice to him in toast. We both fell to our breakfast in a comfortable silence.
After ravaging the maids body throughly, he dismissed her and finished his breakfast.
Wiping his mouth with a massive hand, he leaned back and belched in contentment.
“So, what's up? How are things going?”
I hesitated for a moment, then laid out my plans for the day. "I've been thinking, Uncle Kieran. There's a lot that needs to be done before the coronation. The royal court needs to be assembled, advisors chosen…”
Uncle Kieran's brows shot up. "The coronation? But Damien, that's weeks away."
"Precisely," I said, my voice firm. "There's no time to waste. After the coronation, I have… war plans.”
Kieran's eyes widened in shock as he processed my words. After a moment, a wide grin spread on his lips.
“I am beginning to like you more and more now. Who are you going to war against?”
"Kyrax," I confirmed, the name of our sworn enemy rolling off my tongue like a curse. "They've been a thorn in Valthrun's side for far too long. It's time to settle the score.”
"Ambitious, I see," he chuckled as he nodded in approval . "Of course, war isn't just about charging headfirst into battle. It requires strategy, cunning, and a well-oiled war machine.”
"Exactly," I said, feeling a surge of determination. "And that's why I need a strong royal court. Advisors who can guide me, generals who can lead my armies to victory.”
“Excellent observation nephew. You are shaping up to be a wonderful king.” He nodded. “I have suggestions on which positions you can fill.”
“Carry on uncle. I value your input.” I nodded, paying close attention to what he was about to say.
"There's the Grand Master of Krypta Coin , someone to oversee the kingdom's treasury and ensure its coffers are always full. Then there's the Royal Spymaster, someone with a vast network of informants and the ability to sniff out secrets like a bloodhound sniffs out a fresh kill.” He said, clapping his hands together with a pleased expression on his face.
I nodded and thought about the right people that would be a perfect fit for the role. After a moment, I decided on a candidate. He would be perfect for the position of Grand Master of Krypta Coin.
