The Shadow Over Lionheart
The Royal Court of Lionheart was a place built to impress gods.
Every inch of it spoke of pride, legacy, and power. The ceiling arched high above like the ribs of a cathedral, painted in deep crimson and gold leaf, the colors of the Lionheart crest. Sunlight streamed through tall, arched windows set with stained glass lions—each one glimmering in shades of amber and scarlet. Crystal chandeliers hung from golden chains, each one heavy with jewels and crafted fireglass, scattering fragments of light across the marble floor.
The hall was vast enough for an army to march through. Ornate pillars lined both sides—each carved with roaring lions that looked almost alive under the glow of a hundred flickering torches. Red velvet banners trailed down the walls, each embroidered with the Lionheart emblem: a lion standing atop a broken crown, symbol of domination and honor.
