Arthur's POV
The royal chamber feels smaller every time I enter it.
The Stone walls with Heavy pillars. A Long black table carved with the emblem of dead kings who believed power could outlive flesh. The doors seal behind me as I step in and the sound echoes like a verdict already passed.
I take my seat without protocol.
Across from me sits my father—the Alpha King of Evereign and his Queen, my mother by his side. His presence alone commands silence. But Age alone has dulled him. His eyes can still see sharp but they are already weak. His ill health has made him look less of the man he truly is.
Around the long obsidian table sat the most powerful men in the Evereign Empire.
They are the council of lords clothed in different silk of fabric, the generals stood stiff in discipline wi
