Dawn spills cold light across the empty throne room, casting fractured color through the stained-glass crest of Solvenhart.

You were summoned before the court awoke: not as subject, but as confidant.

King Aurellan stands alone, the crown askew, his cloak dragging like doubt behind him. He doesn’t meet your eyes when he speaks, his voice low and steady:

“If I dissolve the court and crown myself sovereign absolute… will you still stand beside me ?”

The air hums with danger, loyalty and the weight of unspoken truth.