The sun rose above the majestic spires of the imperial capital, bathing the marble avenues in a dazzling golden hue. While a warm, expectant calm reigned within the Soaring Dragon Kingdom's residence, the atmosphere in the northern district was diametrically opposed.
Inside the palace of the Silver Dragon Kingdom delegation, the air felt so thick that servants struggled to draw breath.
BOOM!
An ancestral jade table shattered into pieces as the King of the Silver Dragon Kingdom slammed his palm down upon it. The monarch stood at the center of the grand hall, his eyes bloodshot and the veins on his neck bulging to the point of bursting.
"Insolent brat! Cursed, wretched peasant!" the monarch roared, his voice echoing like smothered thunder. "Snatching the von Draconia heiress right in front of the entire continent! Humiliating our lineage under the gaze of both the Emperor and Vorian!"
