THE IMPERIAL COURT HALL
Murmurs of the ministers escalated. They were all whispering to themselves while waiting for Ronan to show up since he had been sent for.
In minutes, the broad door made of blackstone opened slightly, and Ronan marched in. He looked at the faces that were gathered in the hall by that evening and snorted, wondering what could be the matter.
Since the King went unconscious, neither of them had shown up to ask how he was doing. They all acted reluctant as if it wasn't their king who got attacked, and he was sure that the rumors of the king's condition must have reached them.
He approached deeper between them, and when he reached the normal position where he stood or sat when there's a gathering, he turned to the Chief Minister, “What could be the problem?” his voic
