The capital city of Deja, within the king's courtroom...
The kingdom of Lycania was turning prosperous day after day. However, there were a lot of issues that did not let the king have the peace he so desired. Even now his courtroom was amidst the chaos, even though he understood why everyone was freaking out, all the noise they were making... brought him a bit of displeasure.
Upon realising that the chattering of his ministers was not going to seize on its own, he slammed his fist on the golden throne he was occupying. The loud reverberation generated from the impact made all of them go silent immediately.
For a moment, the ministers had forgotten about their king's sensitivity to sound. Especially to voices. In fact, at that moment, they knew they had messed up so bad that they were fearing for their life. After all, the king was someone who had killed off far more important people for doing something much less.