One month later:
POV ???:
A massive crystal chandelier brightly glowed, illuminating a chamber under it.
The chamber was large with rising lines upon lines of richly decorated chairs, each with a different emblem engraved in its dark polished wood surface.
They were forming a massive tribune. The more forward the chair was, the more decorated and opulent it was. All the chairs faced a large silver throne on a podium before the tribune.
The throne was unoccupied, and only a single old man in a robe woven of a silver thread stood by its side. He was old, but there was no sign of tiredness, nor a weakness in his posture and his eyes looked like crystals of ice.
Richly dressed people filled every chair except for a few absent ones. Their shouting resounded through the chamber, accompanied by fists banging against desks.
"I am telling you, this is an open declaration of war against our kingdom!"
