Shout of thanks to: Machadogbc for his golden ticket
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The sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting beams of warm light that illuminated the stacks of documents on the table. Dust motes danced in the rays of sunshine, creating an almost ethereal ambiance within the chamber.
Outside, the sounds of the palace gardens carried into the room—the chirping of birds, the distant laughter of children playing, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was a stark contrast to the serious business being conducted within the council hall.
Amidst this arduous task, Conradin was momentarily interrupted by Enrico's call. The king's attention shifted from the scrolls to the councilor, and he regarded him with a calm and collected demeanor. "What is it, Enrico?" he inquired, his voice carrying a sense of curiosity.
