Several hours went by in a haze of melodies, strained smiles, and delicate political maneuvering. The party was in full swing, yet a palpable tension hummed beneath the surface of every interaction, a shared anticipation that none dared voice.
Suddenly, the music ceased mid-measure. The chief herald's voice once again cut through the chatter, amplified by aura.
"Attention, everyone! His Royal Majesty wishes to address the assembly!"
The effect was instantaneous.
Conversations ceased, glasses were lowered, and all eyes focused on the royal platform. The air grew thick with a silence so complete it was deafening.
"..."
King Liam slowly rose to his feet, still leaning on his ornate staff. His face, though lined with age and strain, was set with grim determination.
His gaze swept over his children, his nobles, his entire kingdom gathered before him, and for a moment, it held a weight that seemed to still the very heartbeats in the room.
