As the king and queen stood there, cornered and defeated, a palpable tension filled the courtyard. It was clear they were out of options, but they still wore an air of defiance, their eyes darting around for any possible means of escape.
Before anyone could react, they made a desperate dash towards the far end of the courtyard. Unfortunately for them, their elaborate robes and lack of practice in physical exertion betrayed them. The king tripped over his own feet, and the queen tumbled over him, both of them landing in an undignified heap on the cobblestones.
The sight was almost comical. I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound bubbling up from deep within me. I heard a bright, clear laugh beside me and turned to see Aurelia, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Some rulers they are," she said, her voice filled with mirth.
