Exiting the resplendent royal chamber, Richard found himself enveloped in the hushed aftermath of the king's pronouncements. The murmurs of courtiers and nobles, like phantom whispers, danced around him. A masculine voice, detached and anonymous, broke through the ambient air.
— He probably was lucky. — The words, tinged with a hint of skepticism, reached Richard's ears, yet the speaker remained elusive in the expansive corridor.
Soon after, a different voice, distinctly feminine, joined the conversational ballet. — He even acquired a chance to obtain a spell. — The man's ensuing chuckle rippled through the corridor like a mischievous breeze. — I heard he's blind. Perhaps he cannot derive any benefit from it.
