They were escorted through the winding streets of Northumbria, the city lights casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock Col's grief. The bustling sounds of the city, the chatter of merchants, the clatter of horse-drawn carriages, the distant hum of activity, all seemed muted, distorted, as if he were observing the world through a thick, soundproof glass.
The guards led them to the royal palace, a sprawling structure of stone and marble, its grandeur a stark contrast to the grim events that had just transpired. They were ushered into a grand hall, its high ceilings and ornate decorations creating an atmosphere of regal splendor.
King Valerius, a tall, imposing man with a stern but compassionate face, awaited them. He rose from his throne as they entered, his gaze fixed on Amelia'
