In Blackmare Kingdom….
The chamber was quiet in a way that carried weight, not peace, but restraint, the kind that settled over a room where every word spoken had consequences beyond the walls that contained it. The heavy curtains were drawn just enough to allow a dim wash of light across the long table at the center, where King Highmoor sat with his hands resting calmly before him, his posture composed, his expression steady, yet beneath that calm sat a mind that had not known rest in days.
