The King

Within the vast expanse of the royal chamber, tension hung thick in the air like invisible smoke. The room itself was a chilling testament to power and authority, its high vaulted ceilings and ornate columns creating an atmosphere of intimidating grandeur.

At its heart, the king's throne dominated the space, elevating him above the assembled crowd of hopeful knights, stern-faced judges, and watchful advisors.

The selection process for new knights was underway, a spectacle that drew both nobles and commoners alike to witness the choosing of the kingdom's future defenders. Jamie stood among the observers, his keen eyes noting every subtle movement, every exchanged glance, every passing of coins beneath tables. The corruption was barely concealed, as if those involved felt so secure in their positions that they no longer needed to hide their misdeeds completely.