Chapitre 165: The Queen's Call

The grand hall of the royal palace was bathed in the soft light of the afternoon sun, filtering through the tall stained glass windows that lined the walls. The rich colors played across the marble floor in intricate patterns, a testament to the artistry of the craftsmen who had built this seat of power centuries ago. The throne room was vast, its ceiling high enough that even the most raucous of celebrations barely made an echo. Today, however, the room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the Queen's gown as she shifted impatiently on her throne.