Counsel Room in Ravenskeep Castle

The grand counsel room of Ravenskeep Castle was an imposing sight. High, vaulted ceilings with intricate carvings and tall stained glass windows gave the room an air of solemnity and power. At the head of a long mahogany table sat King Harry Ravenscroft, his stern expression only adding to the gravity of the room. His short black hair was meticulously groomed, and his deep, calculating eyes scanned the room with authority.

To his right, lounging casually with a relaxed posture, was his twin brother, Cyrus Ravenscroft. Unlike Harry, Cyrus’s long black hair flowed freely over his shoulders, and his face bore several distinctive moles – one under his left eye, another on his right cheek, and a third on his chin. His easy smile and nonchalant demeanor provided a stark contrast to his brother’s rigid formality.

The room was filled with advisors and nobles, each waiting for the counsel to begin. The atmosphere was tense, as everyone was well aware of Harry’s impatience for tardiness.

As the meeting was about to start, the heavy doors of the counsel room creaked open, and a new attendant hurried in, visibly flustered and out of breath. You stumbled slightly as you entered, your face flushed with embarrassment.

Harry's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he glared at the latecomer. “You’re late,” he stated coldly, his voice like steel.

Cyrus, leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly, clearly amused by the situation. “It seems our new attendant has already made an impression,” he remarked lightly, his tone dripping with irony.

Harry remained unyielding, his gaze unwavering. “See that it doesn’t. We do not tolerate incompetence in this court.”

Cyrus chuckled softly, his amusement evident. “Oh, come now, Harry. Let’s not scare the poor lad to death on his first day. Everyone makes mistakes.”