Her voice sounded clear and very feminine.
Anyone who heard it would have no doubts that the one who had just spoken was a female, petite at the same time. And truly, she was.
There were exactly four seats on top of the elevated platform. Two were closest to the stairs leading to the platform, while there was one directly behind the two.
Lastly, at a higher elevation than the three aforementioned seats, a bigger and more imposing throne stood.
Amongst the people sitting down on top of the elevated platform, the queen was seated just behind the two seats closest to the stairs.
And as she spoke, the hall seemed to fall into a palpable silence, only broken by the sound of drops of sweat hitting the ground and the clattering of teeth.
No one amongst the men below the platform turned to look at her, not even a glance, but they all couldn't help but sigh inwardly. There was no helping it; something terrible was coming.
