Lydia and I stepped into the king and queen's office, the heavy oak door creaking ominously as it closed behind us. The room was opulent, filled with rich tapestries, ornate furniture, and the overwhelming scent of power and corruption. The king and queen were seated at a large desk, their faces masks of feigned composure that barely hid their underlying fear.
"Ah, Lady Lydia," the king said, his voice a smooth veneer of politeness. "To what do we owe this unexpected visit?"
Lydia didn't waste a second. She stepped forward, holding the incriminating documents tightly. "We've come to put an end to your reign of corruption," she declared, her voice steady and resolute.
The Queen's eyes narrowed, a flicker of panic flashing across her features. "What are you talking about?"
