As Ambrose entered the grand hall, the unfolding scene left him utterly stunned.

Rufus, the Prince of West Lucozia, stood imposingly with hands behind his back, an air of displeasure evident on his face. The princess consort, who stood by his side, wore a stern expression.

Albert, the Executioner, maintained a facade of respect, yet his eyes hinted at a concealed threat.

Jaxon, the captain of the royal guards, positioned his hand on the hilt of his blade, subtly indicating preparedness to d