The air inside the grand hall was thick with anticipation. Golden sunlight filtered through the tall lattice windows, catching on the jeweled pillars and banners that bore the crest of the Drake Kingdom—a dragon coiled around a crown. Ministers stood on both sides of the polished marble floor, their robes rustling softly as the heavy doors at the end of the hall creaked open.
Before long, the envoy from the Ironforge Kingdom stepped inside.
He was a tall man with sharp features and an expression carved from steel—Envoy Silas, a man known for his eloquence and arrogance in equal measure. He bowed low before the Imperial throne, where Lucian Drake sat clad in his Imperial robe, its golden embroidery glowing faintly under the light.
"Envoy Silas from the Ironforge Kingdom pays his respects to His Majesty of the Drake Kingdom," Silas declared, his voice booming through the chamber. "Wishing Your Majesty health, longevity, and eternal stability for your realm!"
