The Voice of the Crown

The air in the chamber was heavy, a quiet tension replacing the chaos that had just unfolded. King Vesryn, his shoulders squared despite his frailty, stepped forward to address the remnants of his forces. His gaze, though weary, was steady as it swept over the battered Wardens and Sentinels who had survived the battle and now stood with lowered heads, their weapons discarded.

"You who stand before me," King Vesryn began his voice a mix of authority and compassion. "Have been led astray. Some of you followed false promises, others were coerced or blinded by fear. But if your loyalty lies with Hematheas—if you still hold in your hearts the love for this kingdom and its people—I offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. Swear your fealty to me, to the rightful crown, and your treason shall be forgiven."