He is our enemy

The air in the courtyard shifted, taking on a more sombre tone. The laughter that had filled the space moments ago now gave way to a weighty silence. Draaro, once the king, now found himself in a position where the dynamics of power had shifted and the echoes of Aragon's influence reverberated through the kingdom.

As Draaro contemplated the implications of these revelations, the moon cast its glow upon the courtyard, illuminating the faces of those present. 

Servvas, ever the diplomatic lord, observed his nephew's reaction with a keen eye. 

Rosaryn, momentarily subdued, watched the unfolding drama with a hint of curiosity.

The courtyard, a stage for both political intrigue and personal revelations, bore witness to the complexities of family ties and the unpredictable nature of power dynamics.