The palace hall in Lusimba was filled with voices, papers rustling, and the faint sound of quills scratching across parchment. The scent of burning frankincense floated through the air, a reminder that this was not only a place of politics, but of unity and belief.
King Lusweti sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his hands folded as he surveyed the ministers gathered before him. Behind him, the banners of Nuri hung proudly, the golden sunburst crest catching the dim light from the lanterns above.
It had been days since his return, and though the kingdom was still buzzing with anxiety over Khisa's condition, the machinery of leadership could not stop. The time had come to decide Nuri's next great step.
The Minister of Diplomacy, Juma Koome, stood first, his posture calm but firm. Beside him sat Achieng Lutaaya, Minister of Trade, and Dr. Amadi, the Minister of Health.
