The air in the grand chamber of the Evoria Kingdom's court was thick with tension as Marquis Reylson stood at the centre, a figure of defiance draped in velvet and silk. The gilded walls seemed to pulse with the weight of nobility's judgment, and the murmurs of the assembled lords and noblemen filled the space like a dark cloud.
At the high bench, King Alaric sat, his expression a mask of stern authority. Beside him, Crown Prince Florien's blue eyes glinted with barely restrained fury.
"Marquis Reylson," the king began, his voice resonant and commanding, "you stand accused of conspiring in the kidnapping of Crown Princess Kristie Heming using the notorious organization known as the Dark Eagles. How do you respond?"
Bernat straightened, a flicker of anger igniting his resolve. "Your Majesty, I assure you, I do not know these claims. I am a loyal subject of the crown!" he defended himself.
