The throne room of Valon was the most protected piece of land in the entire kingdom — second to only the king's private chambers itself. A vast hall with every inch of it screaming of opulence and grandeur, it sat at the heart of the ground level of the royal palace. Guards stationed every few feet watched every breathing movement with trained precision, while skilled soldiers hidden within the tall towers surrounding the structure, kept a bird-eye's view through the glass dome crowning the great hall.
Inside, sunlight filtered through the glass ceiling, showering every corner with the golden glow of early morning. The banners emblazoned with the royal emblem embellishing the hall, rustled with the soft, cool breeze sneaking through the half-open window frames. The weather was pleasant; it was a sharp contrast to the tense air inside the room.
