You name his Lycwl. He is your heir to the throne!
404 AEC, Winter
There's an uprising - no, not in Kastoria, but in Xane-Peon. Apparently, in recent weeks, King Anreu has gotten a little tiny bit mentally unstable, prone to brawling fits, bouts of paranoia and spontaneous defecation in the throne room. Apparently, the Peonian noble families decided its a good opportunity to rebel and try to become independent again.
Back to Kastoria now!
One evening, when you're walking through dimly lit corridors in the eastern wing, no one else but Spymaster bumps onto from the shadows. He keeps his face hidden in the hood.
"Greetings, sire, I bring news of traitorous talk within the castle."
"Who is it?"
"Your Orcish bodyguards, sire." You frown. Their loyalty was guaranteed! Or was it?
"And why would, of all the people, my Orcish bodyguards scheme against me?"
"Your defeat in the war as well as giving in to demands of a woman - the Witch, that's it -and filing up ranks of Army with criminals has made you weak and dishonorable in the eyes of your bodyguards. Some speak of desertion as you're unworthy, some speak of your assassination - and then desertion. From what my agents managed to learn, assassinating a weak ruler to make place for a better replacement is perceived as an honorable deed in Orcish culture."
A) "Round up the conspirators and have them all killed!"
B) "Round up the conspirators, I shall have a talk with them."
C) "Me? Weak? Ha! Gather them up, I will challenge the biggest and strongest to a duel!
!D) "Round up the conspirators and have them exiled back to their homelands!"
E) "Their loyalty was guaranteed by the Orcish lords. I trust they will do no harm."