Royal Palace of Latvia
In the massive Throne Room, an architectural marvel that could easily host a thousand guests. The room, with its vaulted ceilings, massive crystal chandeliers, and walls decorated with centuries of Kingdom history.
A figure currently sits on an obsidian throne in the Throne Room within this palace. He wore a magnificent khalat - a long, flowing robe of the richest royal blue silk. Around his neck, a heavy gold torque. Multiple magic rings adorned his fingers - each one contains great power.
The situation in the throne room is tense.
"So you mean that the Britannia Kingdom has made friends with an unknown country. About whom you know nothing?"
The one who said this is Caspian. His voice echoed throughout the throne room. He gripped the handle of his throne. He turned to the three people bowing before him. Their foreheads pressed against the marble floor. They are sweating and shaking.
