Role

Chapter 1

Who could recognize a barbarian from the woods in a gaunt figure with
glowing eyes dressed in black walk walking the Palace
corridors. The live in Empire was driving Zauttevre obsessed slowly
and steadily. The power was already in his hands over a lot of
citizens but they were not dedicated, no. He watched and noticed
flaws in what they did. Most were not true, many were not worthy, a
lot were not fitting the standards that he set for himself.

Fear was gone from the corridors of Palace. Perhaps that was the
reason. Foolishness was allowed and that was bad. The counsel for a
rare exception was interested in possessions and in most cases did
not make an attempt to interfere in citizen's life. The High Priest
was a rare exception, perhaps he could even become a good Emperor. If
Zauttevre didn't want that position for himself.

Palace should be ruled by an iron hand, controlling everything and
giving enemies no hour for rest. No one from the counsel could
promise this, Zauttevre didn't even attempt to point this to the
Elders.

Why bother, they are already nearing their age of ruling. The age
will change as Great Lord once mentioned to Zauttevre, he could
wait. Before the change he should show his dedication and superiority
to those who can seize the Throne and that was naturally what he
wanted to do.