The Weight of Words

The sun shone brightly over Drawken's grand hall. The massive square in front of the hall was packed with Dwarves, eager to hear the monumental announcement their king had promised. Flags bearing the insignia of the Drawken Kingdom fluttered gracefully in the mountain breeze, lending an air of solemnity to the occasion.

Johan stood beside King Durek, with Aoi behind him, adjusting the camera hanging from her neck. While the device drew curious glances, most people paid it little attention. Their focus was on the elderly king they revered.

"Mr. Johan," whispered Thalia, standing on her father's other side. "You look tense. It's just a speech."

Johan glanced at her, exhaling deeply. "I'd rather face Dragonia than speak in front of thousands of people. That's far more comfortable."

Thalia smirked faintly. "What a shame. Speeches are an important tradition here. Besides, my father has a surprise for you."