The King of Orsinium is constantly surrounded by his forge-mother and wives. Whilst never far from his throne can be found his priests, nobles, guild masters, and soldiers… yet his reign is somehow friendless. For a friend might remind his King that when he begins to see his subjects as shadows, treason in every dissent, and greets division with tyranny, then he is in danger of becoming a traitor to his own throne.

S.K