"You are late. Didn't your father teach you the importance of proper etiquette when attending a banquet? Especially one as important as this?"
King Sejo was currently standing in front of them, his posture intimidating. He was wearing imposing black robes, decorated with intricate golden patterns on his chest. There was a long, magnificent sword hanging at his waist, with a black, lustrous sheath and a golden tassel attached to it.
A group of royal guards stood a short distance behind him, all wearing uniforms and armed with their swords. Their expressions were menacing, looking ready to tear apart anyone the King would point at.
"So, aren't you going to present me with an apology or an explanation for this delay?" King Sejo continued to speak. His voice was even and cold.
