The room was spacious, with high ceilings adorned with golden chandeliers casting a warm glow. At the far end of the chamber, seated upon a majestic throne adorned with jewels, was Abdulaziz Ibn Saud. He wore traditional robes of deep crimson, his presence commanding respect and authority.
Abdulaziz Ibn Saud's piercing eyes met Poul and Amelia's, and a knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Welcome, Mr. Nielsen and Ms. Weiss. I have been anticipating your arrival," he said and continued. "Please, take a seat."
Saud gestured toward a pair of ornate chairs placed in front of his throne. Poul and Amelia followed his lead, gracefully settling into the seats as they maintained a respectful demeanor.
