And then, Vidar, with an air of unyielding resolve, uttered the words that would further ruffle the feathers of tradition. "Bring forth an additional throne for this hall. Lyara is my wife, and she shall sit by my side."
The elders' reaction was palpable. A collective gasp swept through the assembly, their expressions morphing from surprise to reluctant acceptance.
The idea of a foreigner, an outsider, claiming a seat of prominence in their carefully structured hierarchy clashed with the deeply ingrained customs of the realm.
Vidar's command hung in the air, a challenge to the established norms that governed the castle's court. I, caught in the crossfire of this silent confrontation, sensed the weight of expectations settling upon me. The castle, with its towering walls that had witnes
