The room was filled with an air of tension as the noblemen gathered for the morning assembly.
At this point, they were already fed up with this. How come they had come for their usual banquet and ended up attending a series of interrogations and meetings?
They all murmured, wondering what new information they were going to be hearing today.
As usual, Damon was standing in his spot. He had a bad feeling about the queen joining them, but he didn't know exactly why he was apprehensive.
Prince Harold was fashionably late, and as the door swung open for him as he entered, everyone felt his cold aura. His face was stern and unsmiling, as usual, but it seemed that this time he had a whole lot on his mind. The noblemen exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of his demeanour.
