Soon, the throne room fell silent again as Nheera entered, flanked by two guards. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, catching on the golden threads of her gown. The courtiers had already assembled and they all bowed as one when she took her seat on the throne.
Nheera let the quiet stretch for a moment. She studied their faces, noting that some were etched with genuine concern, while others were carefully blank.
"We gather under heavy circumstances. In the days since the king's passing, our capital has bled. Homes burned in the night. Merchants have faced incredible losses." She began, her voice carrying clearly across the hall. "Families torn apart by violence that has crept far too close to these walls. Yesterday's attack claimed three more lives. It is here among us, growing worse by the day."
A low murmur rippled through the room. Nheera raised her hand, and it died away.
