KING VIDAR
In that moment, surrounded by the elders in the grandeur of the throne room, a heavy silence descended. The dim light flickered, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the weight of their pronouncement. The elders, clad in regal attire, bore expressions etched with centuries of tradition, and their words cut through the stillness.
"I cannot allow this union," declared one elder, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "To join with the sister of traitors would bring shame upon the kingdom."
Their words echoed in the vast chamber, and I felt the weight of their disapproval settle upon my shoulders. The air became charged with tension, and I knew that my decisions were being scrutinized under the watchful eyes of those who had guided the kingdom for generations.
I ste
