The gentle morning breeze rustled through Eridor's castle grounds, creating a peaceful atmosphere that starkly contrasted the somber mood inside the living room. The royal family of Eridor sat on the couch, their faces etched with shame.
Conrad, the young King, spoke up, his voice apologetic. "Rowan, I apologize for my family's actions. We only sought to strengthen our alliance with Avon. Please, blame our foolish act, but don't hold grudges." Conrad had worried all night about the consequences of their actions, fearing another devastating war with Avon. Eridor's military was still recovering from the last conflict.
Princess Lirien sat beside her younger brother, her gaze fixed on the floor, her silence evident of her inner turmoil. She had never supported her family's actions, and for one fleeting moment, she had almost betrayed Freya.