Chapitre 58: Magic and Foreboding

The vast chambers of Duke Galebornes were drenched in a warm, golden hue, as the afternoon sun pierced through the elaborate drapery. Dust particles danced in the beams of sunlight, creating a shimmering spectacle. He stood, entranced, gazing out of the opulent window, hand resting lightly on the sill. For once, the steady beat of his heart was disrupted not by exhilaration, but by the profound weight of a decision that could seal the destiny of his subjects.

Far in the distance, the harmonious sounds of the afternoon were cruelly interrupted by cries of anguish. They were the heart-wrenching sounds of his people under siege, the grim chorus of a land under threat.