The grand hall of the royal palace was a spectacle of opulence, with its high ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes and chandeliers that sparkled like captured starlight. Queen Aurelia Thalassia Arctaris Regaria sat upon her throne, her posture regal and imposing. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the room, settling on each person with a gaze that demanded respect and fear. Today, her patience was particularly thin.
"Report," the Queen commanded, her voice echoing through the hall. The representatives of the knights, the White Church, and the Magic Tower stepped forward, each looking more uneasy than the last. Her voice, though calm, held an undercurrent of barely restrained fury that sent a shiver down their spines.
