An oppressive silence filled the Grand Hall with the weight of Adrian's presence. The bickering and shouting had died in the throats of the assembled leaders, replaced by absolute attention.
King Alaric of Lorvain, who had been puffing his chest out moments before, couldn't help but gulp, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple.
Adrian could see the fear in their eyes, and he did not let the moment go to waste.
"I heard everything that was said," he began with a calm voice that still made their bones vibrate. "And I shall not tolerate such remarks in my Alliance. The age of petty arrogance is over."
He walked slowly towards the head of the table, his gaze falling upon the two former kings.
