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The morning sun had just started to peek over the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the palace of Xania. The birds chirped in the distance, but the usual bustling sounds of the palace were absent. Instead, a hushed tone seemed to hang over the entire place. Servants walked with their heads down, speaking only in whispers, and the guards stood with a tense posture, their eyes darting back and forth. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Even the air felt heavy, as if it too was aware of the tension that had taken hold of the palace. No one knew what was going on, but everyone felt it.
In the grand throne room of the royal, the councilmen were gathering slowly. They had been summoned by King Brutus, who had ordered them to attend a meetin
