Williams, the chubby man and one of the royal ministers of the kingdom, sat in his office with a worried expression on his face.

His rotund figure was draped in rich, dark robes, adorned with golden threads, and adorned with precious gems.

The room was spacious, with ornate decorations and plush furnishings.

A grand desk made of dark oak sat in the center of the room, surrounded by high-backed chairs and plush sofas.

The walls were lined with shelves filled with leather-bound books and ancient tomes, and a large fireplace blazed in the corner, casting flickering light across the room.

Despite his wealth and position in the kingdom, his mind was consumed by worry and fear, as he pondered the unknown forces that had recently wrought destruction upon the dark trade market - a market that he was heavily involved in.

Williams' butler, a tall man with a sallow face and a stoic expression, entered the room. "Your son, Richard, is here to see you, sir," he announced, stepping aside to allow t