The throne room was a cavernous space,its high ceilings adorned with banners that hung like silent witnesses to the drama unfolding below.The air was tense,a palpable weight that pressed down on Leo and Lia as they faced Morcar and his men.The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the stone floor,the only sound the echo of their footsteps and the heavy breathing of the men surrounding them.
Leo's body was coiled,ready to spring into action.His eyes,a fierce blue,never left Morcar,who stood at the base of the dais,his hands resting casually on the hilt of his sword.He was a tall man,his frame lean but muscular,his face a mask of cold calculation.His dark hair was streaked with silver,a testament to his age,but his eyes were young,burning with an ambition that knew no bounds.
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