The long rectangular table gleamed beneath the chandelier's white light, casting soft reflections across the polished wood. Twelve chairs, six on each side, were filled by rulers and their trusted hands. Behind each seat stood a commander, silent and watchful, armored but motionless like shadows awaiting orders.
At the head sat Princess Emeney Snow, her posture regal and unyielding. Her fingers were interlocked on the table, her expression composed, almost unreadable. Her eyes moved from one ruler to another, weighing them in silence before she spoke.
"Thank you for coming" She began, her voice calm but commanding, echoing faintly in the vast hall. "We have much to discuss, and I expect everyone's cooperation"
