The bastard of luxembourg sat upon his ducal throne with a pitiful expression on his face. His closest friend and ally lie dead, and he had not had a proper moment to grieve. Days had passed since Renault's assassination, and a group claiming to represent the people of Germany had declared open rebellion.
As far as Hartman was aware, insurgency cells had instantly appeared in every corner of his realm, and that of his allies. It became immediately apparent to the man that Berengar had been secretly training and funding these groups without him being any the wiser.
