The Consil

The council chamber was a grand space adorned with intricate tapestries that depicted the kingdom's history and achievements. Tall windows lined the walls, allowing soft sunlight to filter in and cast a warm glow over the room. The air was filled with an air of anticipation and tension as the council members gathered around a large, ornately carved table.

At the head of the table, seated on an elaborately crafted throne, was the queen. Her presence commanded attention, and every eye in the room was drawn to her. The room fell into hushed silence as she cast her piercing gaze upon the council members, each one feeling the weight of her scrutiny.

Her regal demeanor was evident in every aspect of her appearance. Her golden locks cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering in the light and accentuating her air of authority. Adorned in a gown of rich, royal blue, embellished with intricate patterns and adorned with jewels, she exuded an aura of power and elegance.

The queen's posture was impeccable, conveying both grace and strength. Her hands rested firmly on the armrests of her throne, a symbol of her firm grip on the reins of the kingdom. Around her neck, a necklace of fine craftsmanship gleamed, a testament to her status and influence.

The council members, dressed in their finest attire, sat around the table, their expressions a mix of reverence and trepidation. They knew that this was a pivotal moment, a time when decisions would be made that would shape the future of the kingdom. And at the center of it all, there sat the queen, a figure both respected and resented.

The council held mixed feelings towards the queen. While they acknowledged her authority and leadership abilities, there was an underlying tension and animosity towards her. Some council members viewed her as arrogant and domineering, believing that she made unilateral decisions without consulting others. Furthermore, there was a sense of mistrust towards her intentions and her commitment to the well-being of the kingdom. These tensions were evident on their faces as they observed the queen, a forced show of respect mingled with genuine concern.

"Your Majesty, we understand that you possess great power and authority, but we urge you to consider the concerns we have raised. The kingdom's stability and prosperity rely on collaborative decision-making."

With a dismissive smirk the Queen says: "Collaborative decision-making? You seem to forget that I am the one who sits on the throne. My judgment and instincts have guided this kingdom thus far, and they shall continue to do so."

"But Your Majesty, it is crucial to have a diverse range of perspectives and expertise in order to make well-informed choices. We must not disregard the wisdom and knowledge of the council."

Leaning forward, eyes narrowing "Wisdom and knowledge? I have ruled this kingdom long before any of you were granted a seat at this table. Your advice is appreciated, but it is ultimately my prerogative to decide what is best for our realm."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, we understand your authority, but we implore you to consider the potential consequences of disregarding the council's counsel. Our collective wisdom could lead to more comprehensive and effective solutions."

Queen: "Consequences, you say? I am well aware of the consequences, for they rest on my shoulders alone. Do not presume to teach me about leadership or the weight of responsibility."

The tension in the room was palpable as the council members exchanged nervous glances, realizing the futility of further arguments. They understood that the queen's arrogance and unwavering belief in her own superiority were unyielding forces that they could not easily overcome.

"Regarding Prince Lug's sudden fainting, we cannot afford to wait any longer for his recovery. The longer we delay, the closer we get to war."

"They say that a kingdom without a king is destined to crumble," one council member remarked with a somber tone.

The queen's eyes blazed with anger as the council member's words reached her ears. The insinuation that they were condemning Lug to his demise infuriated her. She clenched her fists, her voice dripping with a controlled fury as she responded, "How dare you insinuate such a thing? The well-being of Prince Lug is of utmost importance to me, and I will not tolerate any actions or words that threaten his safety. Remember your place, council members, and focus on finding a solution that benefits the kingdom as a whole." Her voice echoed through the chamber, leaving no room for further discussion on the matter.

The council members exchanged skeptical glances, their voices laced with veiled doubt. "Your Majesty, we understand that Prince Lug has a rightful claim to the throne, but his track record thus far has been less than impressive, even if he wakes up. How can we entrust the future of our kingdom to someone who has not proven himself capable of leading?"

One council member, a hint of condescension in their tone, added, "Furthermore, his concept of link is considered too weak. We need a strong and strategic leader who can forge alliances and protect our interests. Is Prince Lug truly equipped for such a task?"

The queen's pause was filled with unwavering intensity, her gaze sweeping across the council members with determination. Her voice resonated with unwavering conviction, dismissing any attempts of interruption from skeptical council members. "When he wakes up, which I have full faith he will," she asserted, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "We must grant him the opportunity to prove himself. We will present him with formidable challenges that will test his leadership abilities and unwavering commitment to our kingdom. Should he fail to earn the trust and respect of our people, we will not hesitate to reevaluate the situation. We can convene another council to conduct a comprehensive evaluation of his suitability as a leader."

As the queen delivered her resolute statement, a sense of determination permeated the air. The council members, though initially taken aback by her assertiveness, gradually succumbed to the weight of her unwavering belief in Prince Lug. They exchanged reluctant glances, silently acknowledging the queen's resolve.

One council member, with a hint of resignation, spoke up, "Your Majesty, we understand your unwavering faith in Prince Lug. However, we must consider the potential risks and consequences for our kingdom. The stability and well-being of our people are at stake."

The queen's gaze remained fixed, her resolve unyielding. "I acknowledge the potential risks involved, but it is in times of uncertainty that true leaders rise. We owe it to our people to provide Prince Lug with an opportunity to demonstrate his capabilities. Rest assured, we will closely monitor his progress and make prudent decisions in the best interest of our kingdom."

The council members, their doubts temporarily suppressed, couldn't help but exchange subtle smirks and stifled laughter amongst themselves. They saw this as an opportunity to finally break the royal succession and assert their influence over the kingdom. Their minds raced with thoughts of how Prince Lug would inevitably stumble and embarrass himself, providing them with the ammunition they needed to dismantle his claim to the throne.

However, despite their inward amusement and confidence in their own agenda, the council members knew better than to underestimate the queen's determination. She had proven time and again her resilience and shrewdness in navigating the complex political landscape. They understood that she was not to be trifled with, even if they believed Prince Lug to be ill-suited for leadership.

As the queen concluded the meeting, dismissing the council members with a regal wave of her hand, their laughter subsided, replaced by a lingering sense of unease. They knew that their path forward would be fraught with challenges and uncertainties. The future of the kingdom hung in the balance, teetering between tradition and the council's desire for change.

As the council members filed out of the chamber, the queen couldn't help but smirk to herself. She had observed their smugness and hidden agenda, and their underestimation of her resolve only fueled her determination. In her mind, she pondered, "Fools, thinking that even if he were to fail, I would ever grant them power."

The queen was well aware of the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead. She knew that her decision to support Prince Lug's claim to the throne was not without risks. However, she believed in his potential and saw an opportunity to reshape the kingdom under his leadership.

Her confidence in Prince Lug went beyond his track record or the opinions of the council members. She had witnessed his growth firsthand, she could feel know. he's powers are getting bigger and bigger with every moment, a feeling she had never experienced before washed over her—a profound sense of awe. It was as if she had discovered a hidden gem within the prince, a potential that had yet to be fully realized.

It was this newfound understanding of Prince Lug's capabilities that fueled the queen's determination. She knew that the council members, with their narrow perspective, couldn't comprehend the depth of his character or the potential impact he could have on the kingdom. But she saw it clearly, and she was willing to stand up for him against all opposition.

As the council members continued to underestimate him, little did they know that their laughter would be silenced, replaced by awe and admiration. And so, as the council members continued their internal laughter, oblivious to the forces that were aligning against them, the queen remained resolute.

"The only thing i need to do now is wait. Until he completed whatever the fuck he is doing on that room." though her on that moment

Going back to the room where Lug and Elysia were…

In the quiet intimacy of the room, Lug and Elysia lay peacefully, their bodies intertwined. As they slumbered, a profound connection existed between them, both physically and mentally.

In their shared dreamscape, their minds intertwined in a realm beyond the physical world. They embarked on a journey together, exploring the depths of their souls and unlocking hidden potentials within themselves.

In front of them stood an entity that Lug had not encountered before. It emanated an aura of ancient wisdom and boundless power, its presence both awe-inspiring and mysterious. The entity's form shimmered and shifted, as if it transcended the confines of physical reality.

Lug felt a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, unsure of the entity's intentions. Elysia, however, seemed to radiate a sense of calm and recognition, as if she was familiar with this enigmatic being.

With a voice that echoed through the vastness of the white void, the entity addressed Lug and Elysia. Its words reverberated with a deep resonance, carrying a weight of knowledge and guidance.

"Elysia, chosen one of destiny, you have been guided to this realm for a purpose," the entity continued, its words directed specifically towards her. "Your connection with Lug is no mere coincidence. It is a bond forged in the celestial tapestry, destined to shape the course of worlds."

As the entity spoke, Elysia felt a surge of power within her, emanating from her eyes.

The entity referred to her ocular ability as the Eye of Tomorrow, a gift that she previously had but she just could only see auras around people.

It was this unique ability that drew Elysia towards Lug, for his presence in her visions was unlike anything she had ever experienced. His aura shone brightly, intertwining with her own, creating a profound connection that went beyond the boundaries of fate. It was this connection, born out of their shared destiny, that sparked a deep love within Elysia's heart.