The Cromwell estate was a blur of activity for the next few days.
Soldiers rushed off into the woods after duty too train themselves. Craftsmen from all over the kingdom flocked to the estate for the various assignments Madeline was creating.
The word in duchy about the Cromwell family was that they were the best nobles to serve and live under. This prompted people from other duchies to abandon their homes and look for a better life in this one.
James sat at his desk tapping his fingers in thought while looking out his opened window.
'I have a contact in Duskmoor who's my servant… Bashi keeps me updated on the situation regularly, so I'm not particularly concerned about a war with the Orcs anymore…'
He kept thinking, trying to make sure he had everything set up so that his sisters would succeed without him there. So that his people would succeed without him. James had started to really feel the significance of his title as a Prince recently and it stressed him out a little.
