After the tense meeting in the throne room, King Lucian retired to his royal study, hoping to find peace alone. As he delved into the documents spread out before him, there came a hesitant knock on the door.
"Enter," Lucian called out.
The door creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of Head Minister Marlowe. His expression was unreadable, but there was a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Lucian's spine.
"Your Majesty," Marlowe began, his tone deceptively calm. "We need to talk."
Lucian's eyes became that of someone on alert.
"What is it, head minister Marlowe?" Lucian asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"It seems you underestimate the consequences of your defiance, Your Majesty," Marlowe's voice dripped with menace as each word carried the shadow of a looming storm.
