With confident and steady steps, Johan moved forward, his gaze filled with determination. He stood tall beside Angelica, his aura of authority like the glint of a freshly sharpened sword, reflecting light in the darkness.
"Your Majesty, if I may, I wish to speak," Johan said, his voice echoing in the room, which suddenly felt even quieter. Every eye was now on him, waiting for the words that would come from his lips.
King Owen nodded slowly, giving him the signal to continue. "Go ahead."
Johan took a deep breath, as if gathering all the strength within him. "Your Majesty," he began, his voice firm but tempered with humility, "at this moment, Crown Prince Philip is on our side. He has meticulously planned to overthrow the current King of Althuria—his own father."
His words struck the elders like thunder in the stillness of night. They exchanged glances, shocked by such a bold and straightforward declaration.
