Moonstone Tension
Someone shouted out, sharp and rehearsed.
"His Majesty King Aurelian, Moonlight King of the Moonstone Kingdom!"
All eyes turned.
The court stood as one, chairs scraped back in silent compliance. Cloaks opened. Boots were drawn together. Heads bowed—not out of habit, but respect forged out of history and fear.
The air changed—heavier now, thick with a tension that muffled even the most agitated courtiers.
And so the moment that would decide what happened next began.
From the arched double doors at the far end of the room, King Aurelian appeared with measured elegance. His very presence quieted the room. He was clothed in the full trappings of his office: dark midnight-blue robes edged in white, with threads of gold woven through them that sparkled like sunlight on water. A crown of silver, dainty and commanding, rested on his brow—glistening as if chiseled from moonlight itself.
