A meeting was called with urgent haste. Murmurs of concern filled the air as ministers huddled, whispering about the sudden summons by Princess Sylvia at such a late hour.
"Greetings, Your Highness!" the ministers chorused as the Emperor himself strode into the hall. His face, etched with worry, mirrored the anxieties swirling within the chamber.
"Your Highness," a minister ventured, "do you know the reason behind this late meeting? So much transpired today, yet this gathering casts a shadow of unease."
The Emperor, his brow furrowed, shook his head. "I, too, am perplexed. This is Sylvia's call, and her purpose remains veiled."
As if on cue, the Princess herself entered, accompanied by the Emperor's trusted advisor. A steely resolve glinted in her eyes, hinting at the gravity of the situation.
"Princess," the Emperor addressed her, "what necessitates this late gathering?"
