Jackson entered the grand Throne Room with measured steps, his eyes briefly scanning the opulence around him. "Greetings to the King of Caestria. May you live long," he said, his voice steady as he bowed slightly before the monarch.
His words echoed across the room, and he extended a respectful nod to the four Dukes, the Marquess, and other high-ranking figures present. After a brief moment, he took his seat where he was meant to.
The King, lounging on his gilded throne, barely looked up from the parchment scrolls in his hand. "What did you say was going on in Emberville, Duke Lucas?" he asked, his tone indifferent, though his piercing gaze remained fixed on the pages before him.
