In a brightly lit throne room, Reuben's inner circle along with the different ministers were having an urgent meeting. Though the throne room blazed with golden light, the atmosphere was gloomy. Its high-vaulted ceilings echoing the footsteps of hurried attendants and murmurs of anxious ministers. Tension thickened the air as news of disaster hung like a storm cloud over the royal court.
Prince Reuben stood before the assembly, his hands clenched at his sides, eyes smoldering with disbelief. At the center of the chamber, surrounded by a semi-circle of ministers, generals, and lords, General Marlon Norse stood exposed like a criminal in judgment.
