The Golden Palace of Gildreach had never felt so tense.
The enormous throne room was illuminated by thousands of floating golden crystals embedded within the walls and ceiling, their radiance reflecting across polished marble floors and pillars carved from precious metals.
Yet despite the extravagant beauty surrounding them, the atmosphere inside the palace was anything but peaceful.
At the center of the hall sat Elsa upon the golden throne of Gildreach, her hands resting against the arms of the seat as she stared down at the representatives gathered before her.
They were the heads of the great races of Gildreach, each of whom had spent centuries building their influence under Lazarus's reign.
