As they entered the grand hall where the King was seated on his throne, Beatrice's heart was pounding with nerves. This was it, the moment of truth.
She knew what she was about to reveal could change the course of her life forever, and it was not something she took lightly.
The grand throne room was decorated with exquisite tapestries and gold-plated pillars. The scent of burning candles filled the air, mingling with the light aroma of freshly picked roses that were arranged in vases on the side tables.
They approached the throne, where the King sat with Prince Edward by his side. Chamberlain was standing beside the King.
King Wilheim the first was a regal figure with a commanding presence. Despite his advanced age and the streaks of grey in his hair and beard, there was a sharpness to his gaze that spoke of a sharp mind and a lifetime of experience. His eyes, a deep golden hue.
