The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the ornate windows of King Declan's throne room, illuminating a tense assembly of the court. King Declan, his brow furrowed with worry, addressed the gathered advisors and warriors, including Gabriel.
"A month has passed since Ethan's plea for an alliance with Blackwood," the King rumbled, his voice heavy with concern. "And still, we find ourselves in a stalemate."
Edmund, a hulking warrior with a fierce beard, snorted. "Your Majesty, the reason for our delay is no secret. To forge an alliance, we must release Viktor Duval, and that prospect sits ill with many, myself included."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. The memory of Viktor's past treachery still rankled.
King Declan sighed. "I understand your reservations. Yet, what other option do we have? Can we truly face the vampires alone?"
