The Hidden Threat

The morning sun rose, casting a warm glow over the castle. Emily stood at her window, gazing out at the bustling courtyard below. Her mind wandered back to the message from the merchants. Today would be a day of discovery, and she was determined to uncover whatever secrets these traders held.

At the castle gates, the merchants arrived with much fanfare. Their wagons were adorned with vibrant fabrics, and their horses were draped in rich tapestries. Leading the group was a tall, smooth-talking man named Darian, whose smile seemed a little too perfect, his eyes a little too shifty.

"Welcome to our humble abode," Emily greeted them in the throne room, her voice steady but her eyes sharp.

Darian stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty, we are honored to be in your presence. We bring treasures from distant lands, hoping to share our wealth with your kingdom."