Chapter 13: The Looming Storm

The grand hall was alive with the flicker of candlelight and the murmur of voices. The walls, lined with tapestries depicting ancient battles and heroic deeds, seemed to hold the weight of history. The long table, covered in a rich cloth of deep blue, was set with an array of dishes and fine wines. The room, though elegant and refined, carried an air of tension that was palpable.

Lord James stood at the head of the table, his expression one of contemplation. The council members had gathered once more to discuss matters of growing concern. The recent changes in the realm, coupled with the growing threat from external forces, had created a sense of unease that permeated the atmosphere.