The Kingdom of Stormwind, Stormwind City.
"Have something to eat, Grand Duke," the servant beside him reminded Bolvar once again. Busy reviewing military affairs, Bolvar had no mind for anything else.
"Ah, leave it a little longer. I'm almost finished." Bolvar sighed unconsciously. Ever since the king's temperament had changed drastically, he had left many matters entirely to Katrana Prestor and Bolvar. How could Bolvar fail Varian's trust?
Bolvar had suspected more than once that something might be wrong with King Varian. But after he had Stormwind City's archmages secretly perform a series of tests on Varian, the mages were all certain that nothing was wrong with the king. Only then did Bolvar feel a little more reassured.
Ever since King Varian had accepted Jaina's invitation to attend a summit with Thrall, the Horde's warchief, he had seemed like a different person. Yet Bolvar could find no evidence proving that this king was no longer Varian.
Since the decision to send the Seventh Legion to the Ahn'Qiraj summit, Bolvar had been swamped with military affairs. Troop deployments and defense matters came one after another. On top of that, the Defias unrest had caused shortfalls in Stormwind City's grain supplies and tax revenue. They could not even assemble all their military supplies-how the hell were they supposed to fight a war?
For that, Bolvar was grateful to Katrana. After all, she had found a way when there seemed to be none, managing to secure the supplies Bolvar needed for this war. After arranging the military supplies, Bolvar looked toward the House of Lords and murmured, "Just where did things go wrong?"
Seeing that Bolvar had finished his work, the servant immediately picked up the food to warm it again. Bolvar stretched his back and said, "No need. It's already been reheated