Eren's boots echoed on the polished obsidian floor as he was led into the Queen's Throne Room, wrists bound by iron bracelets that bit into his skin with every shuffle. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, breath frosting in the chill air of the vaulted hall. Candlelight danced across towering pillars carved with the Queen's sigil—an ivory swan in mid-flight—casting twisting shadows that spun across the faces of the assembled nobles. Among them crouched familiar figures: Lord Calder and Lady Isolde exchanged glances, eyes narrowed in suspicion; Baron Harken's jaw tightened, jawbone glinting beneath the torchlight; even Sir Galen, once counted among Eren's closest allies, stood motionless, cloak draped like a shroud around his broad shoulders.
