Meanwhile, at Ulford, inside the throne room, several ministers, generals and palace officials awaited patiently, looking extremely anxious.
Some time after the evening bell tolled, footsteps could be heard coming from the inner corridors. Those waiting immediately straightened their backs, having known who it was.
As Averon swiftly entered the room and began ascending to his throne as usual, the subjects behind him knelt in unison.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
The King regarded their greetings with a slight nod before adjusting his vermillion cape. Sitting down, he rested one arm and stretched another in an upward motion.
"Rise."
At this order, the people below stood up. Just as one of the generals was about to speak, a burly, armored man stepped into the throne room, going directly for a seat near the king.
"Sir Commander!" The military officials saluted while the others bowed in respect.
