Unadora

Dreonah, Capital of Unadora

Inside the grand royal castle, within a chamber typically reserved for high-stakes political discussions, a large assembly of nobles sat around a rectangular table.

At the head of the table, occupying the most prestigious seat, sat a man in his mid-forties. He wore the regal attire of a monarch, his crown resting firmly atop his head. His sharp gaze swept over those gathered before him, his fist propped against his cheek in deep contemplation.

This was none other than King Harvin Dreonah, ruler of Unadora.

The room remained silent as the nobles waited for their king to speak. Yet, he remained silent, with a contemplative expression.

Finally, breaking the stillness, a green-haired man leaned forward. Duke Rosenwalt cleared his throat before addressing the room.