The great hall stood breathless — choked in the silence of disbelief.
Then, Lord Maelor, the Head of the Council, cleared his throat and spoke the final nail into the coffin with a voice like iron scraping bone:
“As per the laws of the Third Era, the sentence shall be carried out by sunrise. Crown Prince Thas Nightshade and Lord Diego of Almira… are to be executed publicly, before the eyes of the entire kingdom.”
Gasps tore through the room like lightning.
The words shattered the fragile order of the courtroom.
And then — all hell broke loose.
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Cries erupted from nobles and guards alike.
A high-ranking Alpha from the East shouted, “This is treason against the line of succession!”
A matriarch from the South hissed, “What madness is this? The future of our kingdom dies at dawn?”
