The Final Round!

Thirty minutes had elapsed since the last match had come to its climactic conclusion. The Royal guards, resplendent in their regal attire, began to assemble behind the king. With a graceful inclination, he leaned toward his queen, planting a tender kiss upon her porcelain cheek. Reluctantly, he relinquished her side, knowing duty called him away, if only for a fleeting moment.

In sync with the king's departure, Jasem found himself in a similar predicament. He turned to Lady Lyra, a hint of regret in his eyes, as he extended his apologies. Duty beckoned him as well, for he had to accompany his trusted friend. The pair commenced their descent down the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the opulent halls.