In the grandeur of the throne room, surrounded the luxurious furnishings and the hushed whispers of those present, the atmosphere was filled with tension. King Leonheart, his face was etched with visible anger, fixed his piercing gaze upon Hestria. His voice, though controlled, carried a weight of authority as he addressed her.
"Is what you say true, Hestria?" His words echoed off the throne room's walls, demanding an answer that could sway the course of nations. "That your comrades were wiped out, while you alone survived? And now, you dare to claim that the king of those... monsters demands my presence in their land?"