An uneasy silence reigns in the heart of the castle, broken only by the light stroke of pen on paper, which reminds of life in this place. The walls reflect traces of the past, from portraits to lavish and massive decorations, creating the impression that history itself is happening here and now, and every corner and tiny space is filled with indescribable grandeur.

Ruby eyes lazily slide over the figures of the nobles at the table, making everyone feel an unbearable chill under their clothes from this burning gaze on their little souls, as well as the fact that the king is sitting there and silently judging their every move.

The nobles, of course, are not surprised by his appearance, because they have already seen it, and they know that it is useless to start talking to him, as the king rarely shows interest in any kind of conversation