The moment Galen's words echoed through the great hall, the air seemed to tighten—each breath drawn by those present came out shallow and uneasy. The flames burning in the torches along the walls flickered wildly, their light casting restless shadows across the pillars.
King Tharion, his jaw clenched tight, slowly rose from his throne. His gaze—sharp, burning with controlled fury—fixed upon his son. "Galen," his voice rang out through the chamber, firm and heavy with restrained power, "what is the meaning of this madness? You dare storm into the royal courtroom and threaten those who uphold the law of the crown?"
