The King entered the Royal Court through a hidden back door, located behind the grand throne.
He walked with an undeniable nobility, his already considerable height appearing even more imposing, his muscular physique and handsome face exuding an aura of power.
"Beware!" the soldiers announced in unison, their voices echoing through the hall. "The King of Osis, Draven Kaurvan, is arriving!"
The King approached the throne and sat, his hands resting on its arms. As he settled, the crystal embedded above the throne glowed, shifting to a vibrant blue hue.
"Continue," Draven commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. "Today's matters."
Ash stepped forward a few paces, his face contorted with anger.
"You are the King of this Continent," he declared, his voice ringing with accusation, "but you are not aware of your responsibilities. You aren't even following the Elder Paths! Furthermore, you killed those guards who went to bring you here. Even as King, you have no authority to kill people without cause!"
A murmur rippled through the assembled court: "They are dead," "The King killed them," "Why did he kill them?"
Suddenly, an old, resonant voice, imbued with immense experience and strength, echoed through the entire court, silencing all whispers.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
A figure materialized behind Ash. His hair was white, his body armored and muscular, though slightly bulky, clearly indicating an age beyond youth.
"Draven!" the figure boomed, his voice carrying immense authority. "Is what he is saying the truth?" The figure moved closer to the King, leaving Ash behind.
"Pitamah," Draven began, a hint of deference in his tone despite his usual arrogance. "Actually, I was..."
("Pitamah" is a Hindi-origin word used to describe an older family member, typically a grandfather, but here it is often used as an ancestor. It can also describe someone older with great respect.)
"Just tell me, yes or no?" the older figure interrupted, his voice firm.
"Pitamah, I was doing my..."
"Then he is right," the figure stated, his voice unwavering. "You truly are not aware of your duties..."
"Pitamah," Ash interjected, "allow me to speak to this arrogant King. Draven! You are not worthy to be a king, yet people are bearing your tyranny. But why did you kill those people?"
"Who are you to ask me this?" Draven retorted, his arrogance returning in full force. "They were annoying me, so I killed them. This was their fault, that they didn't know how to be respectful towards their King. It's not my fault."
"They don't know how to be respectful?" Ash countered, his voice laced with disdain. "Or, their King doesn't know how to rule?"
"Ash," Draven said, his eyes narrowing, "you are a respected figure here, but don't think that you can argue with the King. Know your place!"
"Pitamah," Ash appealed to the elder, "see the present King of this Kingdom. See how good he is."