We were in the throne room right now, and the atmosphere felt heavier than usual, like the air itself knew something important was about to happen.
There were a lot of people in attendance. Way more than I would have preferred, honestly. Nobles filled the space, their presence layered in quiet conversations, subtle glances, and the kind of tension that didn't need to be spoken out loud. Some of them were clearly in support of Myrcella, standing with a certain confidence, while others were just as clearly against her coronation, watching with eyes that looked like they were waiting for something to go wrong.
One of the more noticeable groups was Hereon's family.
