Gilneas City, late at night.
In a luxurious residence near the Royal Palace, Lord Godfrey, a great noble of Gilneas and the King's most trusted confidant, sat on the sofa with a wineglass in hand, somewhat drunk.
Several men in noble formalwear sat across from him. Some were drinking as well, while others had cigars clenched between their teeth.
The room was dimly lit, with only a small floor lamp casting a faint glow over everyone's faces and leaving shifting shadows behind. Even their normally gentle, modest expressions had blurred into obscurity.
"We can't go on like this." One nobleman took a huge swig of wine and said darkly to the others, "We don't need a worgen as our King."
"Shh, are you trying to get yourself killed? You actually dare say something that treasonous?" The companion beside him gestured for him to look at Goffrey. He was the King's most loyal supporter.
"Hmph, there is no longer a King Genn now. There is only Genn the worgen." Another man held his wineglass and spoke in a low voice. After taking a small sip, he continued, "Are families of Gilneas that have been passed down for generations really supposed to kneel before a beast?"
"Impudence!" Goffrey slammed his hand against the table and loudly rebuked the man who had spoken.
"Oh, oh, oh, our Lord is angry. Did I say something wrong? Or are you going to keep licking that wolf's paw?" The man who had compared the King to an animal remained unhurried.
"Your Majesty will always be Your Majesty. He is the Your Majesty we swore loyalty to." Goffrey's voice seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth, as though he were saying it to himself.
"But the one we swore to was the King of the people