The room was cold, the chill creeping through the stone walls despite the flickering warmth of a single candle at the table's center. The nobles were gathered, their expressions tense, eyes flickering uneasily from one face to another.
Even the stationed knights outside the chamber felt tense.
One of them finally mustered the courage to seek out the Crown Prince. His knock on the door was hesitant before he stepped inside and informed, "Your Highness, the nobles are growing restless outside. It's late, and the night is cold."
Kazmun said coldly, "Let them wait. As they should."
The knight grimly nodded, then left.
Kazmun returned his attention to the round table before him. A few officials were gathered, and one of them murmured anxiously.
"The queen won't be pleased."
Kazmun leaned back, his eyes dark, "She won't object either. Not this time."
