The meeting room was stifling, despite the high ceilings and large windows that allowed in the weak afternoon light.
I sat at the head of the long, polished table, a position that felt both powerful and isolating at once. Around me, members of my council argued in low voices, the tension palpable as they debated the final details of my coronation.
My gaze drifted across the room, taking in the various faces each representing a different faction, each with their own interests to protect.
I had learned quickly that ruling wasn't just about making decisions for the good of the kingdom; it was about balancing the demands of those who held power, managing their egos and expectations while trying to remain true to my vision for the future.
Baron Lucian, an older man with sharp features and a calculating gaze, was speaking now, his voice smooth but laced with condescension.
