A persistent itch gnawed at the back of King Patton's mind, something that had begun during the middle of the trial proceedings. The sensation refused to leave him alone, like a word balanced on the tip of his tongue that wouldn't surface.
"Dad, something's bothering you," Chaim observed, recognizing the telltale signs of his father wrestling with an elusive thought.
"There's something I'm missing, something important. Maybe after we hash this out or get some rest tonight, whatever my brain is trying to tell me will finally click into place." King Patton rubbed his temples, frustration evident in his voice.
The meeting room felt charged with anticipation as King Patton took his place at the head of the long oak table. Every Elder scrambled to claim their seats, eager to hear their monarch's assessment of this unprecedented trial format.
