The heavy oak doors of the throne room creaked open as James and his companions entered, the atmosphere thick with tension. The grand chamber was lit by dim torchlight, casting long shadows on the walls and illuminating the ornate, gold-leafed throne that sat ominously at the far end of the room. The air was thick with the weight of what had transpired, the death of the queen, the revelation of corruption, and the lingering sense that something much darker was yet to come.
A crowd had gathered in the hall outside the throne room, murmuring in shock and disbelief as the news of the queen's betrayal spread like wildfire through the kingdom. Whispers of treachery, of slavery, and of dark deals made in the shadows echoed through the chamber. Nobles and commoners alike had gathered to witness the aftermath of the queen's downfall, their faces a mixture of horror and anticipation.
