Dwarven Nation.
Royal Capital.
Royal Palace.
Rushed footsteps echoed through the long, torch-lit hallway. A dwarf in polished armor, his boots striking the stone floor with urgency, made his way toward the massive throne room doors, followed by another bulky dwarf beside him.
The royal guards stationed on either side snapped to attention the moment they saw him, slamming their fists against their left chests in perfect unison.
"Jarl Thorgrim."
The Jarl raised a hand, his voice calm but firm. "At ease."
The guards relaxed their stance, standing at attention.
Thorgrim glanced between them, his voice low and steady. "Is His Majesty the High King still inside?"
One of the royal guards nodded. "Aye, Jarl. His Majesty is still within. The council meeting ended not long ago."
The Jarl's expression tightened slightly. "Then please inform the advisor inside that I would like to have an audience with His Majesty."
"As you wish, Jarl Thorgrim."
