In the grand council chamber, adorned with tapestries that told tales of victories past, the nobles, advisors, and military commanders gathered. The air was tense, and the flickering torchlight cast shadows on the worried faces that filled the room.
King Leontaus, a figure of regal authority, addressed the assembly from his throne at the head of the room. His gaze was stern, reflecting the weight of the decisions that loomed before them. "My lords and ladies, the threat to our borders has grown dire. Daikrimor's aggression cannot go unanswered. We must decide the course of action to secure the safety of our kingdom."
The murmurs among the Senate members rose, a cacophony of opinions, strategies, and concerns. Among those gathered were Lord Drasus, whose countenance is still marked by the recent upheaval in his personal life.
Kimon, Alatara's father and a trusted advisor to the king, was also present, his brows furrowed with worry.
