Kaelith stepped forward, his cloak brushing the marbled floor of the grand hall. The moment was heavy. Gileth and Nigel stood among the gathered court, alongside noblemen, soldiers, and townspeople, all silent, all watching him.
Everyone was eager to hear what the prince had returned with.
Kaelith's gaze swept over them before he finally spoke.
"Our journey to Khasidar was not a waste," he began, his voice even and composed. "But… we did not return with answers. Not yet."
A murmur spread through the hall, disbelief blooming in hushed tones. Confusion. Disappointment.
But King Aldric raised a hand and silence fell immediately.
Kaelith continued. "There is no solution at the moment, but we hold hope. We believe freedom and peace will return to Zarethrone… in time."
No one dared to interrupt again. The king stepped forward, eyes calm, voice steady.
