Deceit Among Nobles ( 405 )

The grand marble hall of the royal court was filled with whispers as nobles entered, all wearing their finest robes and decorated armor. There was a tense atmosphere; everyone sensed something important had happened.

In the center sat King Edmund on his golden throne. His face was serious and collected.

When the murmurs quieted down, he stood slightly, hands clasped behind his back.

"Everyone."

His voice rang out clearly, steady and authoritative.

"There is a serious matter at hand."

The nobles leaned forward, focused on him.

"Duke Ibzles—my cousin and one of our highest-ranking nobles—is missing."

Gasps and whispers erupted in response.

"Missing?"

"Impossible—he would never disappear without word."

"Was it an abduction? A rebellion?"

Edmund raised his hand, and the room fell silent.