King Kaelvryn's final words still hung in the air like a quiet storm waiting to break, yet none of the gathered lords seemed entirely certain what the king meant.
They stood scattered across the stone floor, exchanging confused glances while the body of Captain Marlen remained uncovered
in the center of the chamber, its grim presence casting a heavy shadow over the meeting.
Lord Valor shifted slightly where he stood, "what exactly do you mean by that, Your Majesty?" he asked carefully.
Kaelvryn leaned back in his throne, his posture relaxed, one arm rested along the carved armrest while his fingers tapped idly against the wood as though the entire scene unfolding before him were little more than a mild curiosity.
Lucas stood to the side near one of the tall pillars, watching the council members with quiet amusement, the king's gaze moved slowly across the room.
"You all look rather confused," Kaelvryn said calmly.
