The Minister of State, Chuma, requested an urgent meeting with King Mwanga of Zambesi. As the day wore on, the royal palace was filled with a sense of urgency, and whispers of discontent circulated through the halls. Chuma's request had been sent directly to the king, bypassing the usual chain of command, signaling the seriousness of the situation.
In the grand hall, King Mwanga sat upon his throne, his expression weary from the weight of the escalating crisis. His eyes drifted over the assembled council as the doors opened, and Chuma, the Minister of State, entered, his face set with a grim expression. Without wasting a moment, he approached the king and bowed.
"Your Majesty," Chuma began, his voice low but firm. "There is a matter that requires your immediate attention. It concerns our recent alliance with Valoria."
King Mwanga raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "What is it, Chuma? Speak plainly."
