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The council chamber doors shut with a final, resonant thud, sealing us in a vault of tense silence. The air smelled of beeswax candles and cold, simmering fury. Their light danced over the arrogant lines of King Valerius's face. Across the room, I saw my father's grip tighten on the arms of his throne; my mother's serene mask did not quite hide the storm in her eyes. Lysander shifted minutely beside me, the leather of his scabbard whispering a promise. "Perhaps we should adjourn," my father's voice was gravel. Valerius brought his fist down on the polished wood. "I think not. I have more to say." The insult hung between us, naked and deliberate. I turned to you, you, the future of our kingdom balanced on this moment. What course would you have me take?