The grand council chamber was filled with the murmurs of nobles and advisors, their voices blending with the steady rustle of parchment and the faint scent of polished wood and burning incense.
Tall windows lined the room, allowing golden rays of morning light to filter in, casting a long shadows against the gleaming marble floors.
Viana stepped into the chamber, her emerald-green with golden embroideries gown flowing effortlessly as she moved toward the long table at the center. Her expression was composed, but the weight of what she was about to present settled deep in her chest.
Arden was already seated, stacks of revised reports neatly arranged before him. The royal treasurer, Lord Callius, adjusted his spectacles as he glanced over documents related to the kingdom's financial distributions.
