Audience with the King (4)

With a respectful demeanor, Garett, the Prime Minister, took a measured step forward, his voice steady yet laced with a palpable sense of anticipation. "My King and Queen," he began, his gaze locked earnestly on Alfraed, "I humbly seek your permission to share my thoughts." The grand hall, adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the assembly, fell silent in reverence to his request.

The King, radiating a warm and welcoming aura, answered with a broad, genuine smile that illuminated the entire chamber. "Permission granted, my friend," he declared, his voice rich with kindness and authority, echoing softly against the stone walls.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Garett replied, performing a slight bow, a sense of gratitude swelling within him at the King's graciousness.