In the privacy of her chamber, Queen Oda stood alone. She, too, was not without fear, but her resolve burned brighter than her apprehension.
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"The most pressing matter at hand is to devise a plan to confront General Ragnar," he continued, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and glistening in the dimly lit chamber.
"Indeed, Your Majesty," another official spoke, his voice quivering. He adjusted the collar of his royal robe nervously, casting a furtive look at his colleagues for support.
"We must strategize on how to face General Ragnar," a third official chimed in, the tremor in his voice palpable.
The queen's sharp gaze swept over her advisors, catching the beads of perspiration and the nervous shifting in their seats.
It was undeniable; panic had taken hold within the hallowed chambers of the palace.
