The two factions stepped closer to the invisible dividing line in the center of the chamber, their fists clenching.
A heavy, hostile silence fell over the room for a fraction of a second, broken only by a low, collective grr vibrating from the throats of both sides. They glared at each other like rival packs of wolves, the political war of their daughters on the summit now fully alive within the nursery.
"Silence!"
A heavy voice boomed as the heavy iron doors of the nursery swung wide. A squad of fully armored royal guards marched in, their black halberds clanking sharply against the stone floor to force the two hostile crowds apart.
"Cease your arguments at once! This is a sacred night of ascension, not a tavern brawl."
The lead guard stepped into the center of the room, unrolling an official parchment bearing the golden seal of King Drakovitch. He cleared his throat, his loud voice echoing across the silent chamber.
