The Kings Murder

Intro The grand halls of Valora’s palace were dim, the air thick with tension. In the throne room, the usual bustle of court life had faded into uneasy silence. The king had not been seen for days, and whispers of his ill health had spread like wildfire. Lord Alistair, the king’s general, stood by the fireplace, his sharp gaze fixed on the door, weighing his options. His loyalty was to the throne, but with the king’s condition worsening, the path to power was uncertain. Lady Seraphine, the royal advisor and childhood friend to the king, paced restlessly before the throne. She had spent her life in the palace, but the king’s death would shatter the fragile balance she had carefully built. Prince Darian, the king’s son, stood in the shadows, his nerves betraying him. He was the heir, but at twenty, he was still untested. The kingdom’s future—and his own—felt more fragile than ever. Aelira, a mysterious traveler who had arrived with a rare artifact for the king, remained seated quietly in the corner. No one knew much about her, but her icy blue eyes held secrets, and her presence felt more dangerous with every passing moment