The Truth Behind The Royal Banquet (End)
The voice rang clear, unwavering, filled with a strict resolve that could only belong to one person. All eyes in the room turned toward the source of the voice. The heavy wooden doors of the hall had swung open, revealing a tall, armored figure. Her polished breastplate gleamed under the grand chandeliers, and her red cloak swayed behind her. Knight-Captain Sophie stepped into the room, her presence demanding attention.
Draven's sharp gaze narrowed, recognizing that familiar voice instantly. His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise before he closed them in resignation. It was Sophie.
Aurelia, lounging lazily on her throne, gave a dramatic sigh as her fiery eyes met the knight's. She arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into an amused but irritated smile.
"Sophie, you barging in here means it must be really damn urgent," she said, her voice dripping with impatience. "What do you have that makes you think you can interrupt this meeting?"