As Branden, Lorene, and Orcis made their way toward the imposing throne, a heavy tension hung in the air. The opulent chamber, adorned with intricate tapestries and gleaming marble floors, seemed to close in around them. Their footsteps, usually muffled by the chatter of courtiers, echoed ominously in the vast hall.
Their approach drew cautious attention from the gathered advisors and guards. Where once polite smiles and deferential nods had greeted them, now they were met with wary gazes and hushed conversations. An undercurrent of unease flowed through the room like a brewing storm.
The King's face was etched with anger and suspicion, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowing as he fixated on Branden and his companions. His fingers rhythmically tapped the ornate armrests as he studied them intently.
