...
Morning court was unusually restless.
Rows of officials filled the grand hall of Eldrid Palace, their robes brushing softly against the polished marble floor as murmurs spread through the assembly.
Lucas's gaze swept slowly across the gathered court as he made his way in and he could see the discontentment on their faces.
They all murmur loudly of their dissatisfaction.
The appointment of the new prime minister has just been concluded by Lucas and they are clearly here now to voice their complaints.
He walked slowly toward the high arch of carved stone dragons and sat on the throne.
The murmuring did not remain quiet for long.
The minister of internal affairs, responsible for administrative oversight within the kingdom, Roland stepped forward from the second row of ministers and bowed stiffly.
"Your Majesty," Roland began, his tone carefully respectful but edged with grumblings.
