A Omnious Truth

The grand hall loomed before me, its towering pillars and golden chandeliers casting a regal yet suffocating atmosphere. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor as I followed Theodore inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

I had been summoned by the King. That in itself was not unusual. But the presence of my father, my brothers, and the Crown Prince told me that this was far from a routine meeting.

The King wanted to speak to me in private. So why were they all here?

A strange unease settled in my stomach. Something was wrong. I halted a few steps away from the throne, lowering into a deep bow.

"Your Majesty. Your Highness," I greeted, my voice calm despite the tension creeping up my spine.

The King studied me for a moment, his sharp gaze assessing before he gestured toward the chair in front of him. "Sit, Lady Cecilia."