The grand throne room of King Thaddeus was a stark reflection of the ruler himself, imposing, cold, and gilded in grandeur.
The high vaulted ceilings were adorned with banners bearing the royal insignia of Mbuzuoria, the room bathed in the dim flicker of torchlight.
A heavy silence hung in the air, interrupted only by the faint shuffling of boots against the marble floor as King Thaddeus paced in agitation, his dark robes billowing with each step.
Seated at a massive oak table carved with intricate runes, his two generals, Commander Rathorne and General Walsen, exchanged uneasy glances. The air between them crackled with tension, neither man daring to break the silence that stretched painfully long.
