“Is your decision final, My King?” asked Henri. He was geared in his insulated black armor, a sheathed sword dangled from his side. The glow in his face was back, as though he was finally fully rested. He stood in the middle of the gathered Gustavis in front of the throne. Geneva was at her usual spot in the furthest left. Margritta was beside her, donning the Luxdale uniform that officials wore. A shortbow hung across her back and a quiver full of arrows was strapped to her waist. Beside the Duke was Amy. Gideon stood at the furthest right.
Rich sunshine poured through the endless ceiling of the Great Hall, shining a golden glow to everything it touched. The air was crisp and cool despite the harsh morning rays.
“Yes. My resolve is irrevocable,” voiced the King. King Antonius was seat
