The morning after the Queen's bloody proclamation, the air in the Aeridor mansion was thick with a silence that was more suffocating than any scream. The news of the executions had swept through the capital like a wildfire, leaving a trail of shock, fear, and a dark, simmering excitement in its wake. The Duke and Duchess of the Western Marches, two of the most powerful and influential figures in the Dragon Kingdom, were dead, their entire faction dismantled, their names now a whispered, cautionary tale.