Royal Council Hall – Morning
The long table was filled with murmurs as the kingdom's highest officials gathered. Lords, generals, and senior advisers took their seats beneath the high ceiling, flanked by guards in ceremonial armor. The tension was palpable. Everyone had heard the whispers—of scandal, of shifting allegiances, and of the king's mistress being sent away.
King Edward entered last, flanked by his advisor Walter. He wore his crown lightly, his expression unreadable as he took the central seat at the head of the table.
"My lords," he began, "we have many matters to address—trade tariffs from the eastern border, bandit activity near the northern passes…"
But he didn't get far.
General Robert, the grizzled war hero with silver streaks in his beard and a presence that demanded respect, leaned forward. His voice was steady, but sharp.
