Summoned by the young king
The feast continues with clashing toasts and guarded laughter, yet unity remains fragile. Nobles drift back to their chambers, captains linger over ale, and priests retreat to prayer. The smell of smoke and salt lingers in the rafters.
When the last goblets are drained, the hall feels no stronger than before—perhaps even more divided. As you leave, a page intercepts you: “His Grace asks for your counsel.” Tomorrow will test more than diplomacy; tonight begins the trial of trust.