Queen Mysaria's gaze swept over the gathered nobles, her expression steady but commanding. The silence in the grand hall was heavy, charged with unspoken tension, until she broke it with a voice both firm yet somehow calming.
"You're all invited here because soon, you may die."
The words fell like stones into still water, sending ripples of shock through the room. Nobles shifted in their seats, the gravity of her statement tightening the air. She let the silence stretch, her presence strong, allowing the weight of her message to settle.
Alyssane quietly moved her gaze to the gathered nobles, most of them, she did not know, but a few she recognized―nobles belonging from both the high and lower-ranked houses.
One was even the disowned son of a famed marquis.
Only about eight people were present there, but the massive difference in their social status made Alyssane feel mildly curious about the session. The others, however, were growing paler in complexion.
