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Roth had been without sleep for nearly two days. While he worked with Jon to liberate the North, he had been constantly communicating with Fayvus back home and with various military leaders by magical means. This Great War had his father's forces tied to the North, giving Roth the perfect opportunity to take on his enemies at home. Fayvus had organized the slaves in the Capitol and they had taken the city with the exception of the citadel. News of his ambition of taking the throne had thrown the country into a state of chaos. Most of the leaders in the west, all of whom knew of his standing on social issues, had sided in his favor and multiple slave revolts had answered the call to arms. Only the Banks and the Melville stood against him. The High Council of Khaliras had yet to pick a side and was neutral.

He had bribed many of the generals across the fronts with various fortunes. Jorg, who faced high treason on account of his heinous war crimes, had been promised a pardon in exchange for marching on the Banks. Neph Dada had been bribed with the title of the new "Duke of Chains" for his assistance in routing his father out of power. Now Roth had common,noble, military, and foreign support for his claim to the throne.

Roth had taken a liking to taking walks through the castle during his free time. It was so peaceful with the exception of a few occasional glares. As he walked down the hall he heard Jon's voice. The rebel prince had just ordered neph to retake a northern town that served as a supply line out east and he needed to tell the king about it. So he turned the corner only to find him his a group of people and one very distressed girl. "Is this a bad time?" He asked aloud, wondering if he should leave them in privacy.