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"Evidence... how long will you keep my husband?" Queen Liora asked, her eyes welling up with tears as she discreetly passed a locket to the minister—a potential key to unravel the truth.
As the interrogation began, the somber atmosphere of the palace grew heavy. All the king's subjects paid their condolences to their fallen ruler, yet hidden beneath the facade of grief was an undercurrent of suspicion, betrayal, and the looming question of high treason.
After a few days, the second prince gathered all the king's subjects in secret room. "Greetings to you, my noble men," he began, acknowledging the collective grief that had enveloped the kingdom since the king's untimely demise.
"The death of the king is like a wound to every one of us," he continued, the air thick with sorrow and shared sentiment. "Our king's reign was brief, but it was marked by prosperity. Nature itself seemed to harmonize under his rule—birds sang, the land flourished, and our people found peace."
"Yeah!" they chorused, recognizing the truth in his words.
"It has been determined that our king was poisoned, and he deserves justice," the prince declared, his voice tinged with resolve.
"We need someone in power to bring this justice and protect the kingdom," he stated, the gravity of the situation apparent to all.
"We have our queen, intelligent and capable, who has shown exceptional leadership since her husband's passing," Lord Cedric vouched, rallying support for her ascension to power.
"But we still need a regent, a powerful figure to ensure stability. Look no further than the second prince," Lord Rockwell argued, advocating for the prince's interim rule.
"We'll vote," Lord Lucius suggested, aiming for a democratic resolution.
"No voting, because justice demands decisive action," Lord Cedric proclaimed, steering the direction of the decision-making process.
The tension in the room was palpable, emotions high as the fate of the kingdom hung in the balance. Whispers of deceit and the pursuit of power swirled through the air, intertwining with the sorrow that had gripped the realm since the king's death. The chapters of the kingdom's story were being rewritten, each word fraught with suspense and complexity, leaving its subjects with bated breath for what lay ahead.