The most torturous thing is not failure, but expectation.
And waiting with expectation is like a dull knife cutting flesh, as the waiting time extends, the dull knife cuts a little more into the body, keeping one in constant pain, yet people willingly accept this pain because of expectation.
Old King Fred was in exactly that state at this moment.
"Where are the people, where have they all gone, tomorrow is the start of the festival and why is no one here...."
His agitated footsteps echoed in the bedchamber, pacing around the room in circles.
Tomorrow, the War Festival would begin, with fighters from all sides gathering to compete, in essence, a battle between the traditional and reform factions.
