Diplomatic win

With a measured nod, Conradin extended his hand towards Gerwin, silently urging him to present the awaited missive. Gerwin, ever the epitome of graceful efficiency, stepped forward with a respectful bow and handed the sealed letter to the king.

Conradin's fingers delicately grasped the parchment, his eyes fixed on it. The material felt cool against his skin as he broke the seal with a practiced motion. The assembled councilors observed with a mix of anticipation and curiosity, aware that the contents of this letter could potentially shift the focus of the day's deliberations.

As Conradin unfolded the letter, his eyes scanned the words inscribed upon it. The room held a collective breath as the king absorbed the contents, his expression shifting through a spectrum of emotions that hinted at the gravity of the news. The silence lingered, broken only by the rustle of the parchment in Conradin's hands.