The great hall was silent when Ernest entered.
The ministers stood on both sides.
The hall had been divided into two sections.
On one side sat King Edward and his court.
On the other side, an empty row of seats had been prepared.
Ernest did not bow.
He did not kneel.
He simply walked forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor, and took a seat on the empty side. His presence carried a strong presence of mobility that had never been noticed.
A soft wave of whispers spread through the hall.
King Edward's face hardened, but he did not speak of the disrespect.
This was no longer a normal court meeting.
This was a negotiation.
"Prince Ernest," Edward began slowly, "you have caused great unrest in the kingdom."
Ernest leaned back slightly. "I answered Your Majesty's summons." his tone showed no respect.
Edward ignored the tone.
"You have raised a banner of rebellion. You have taken four regions. If this continues, blood will flood the land."
