Falmuth Kingdom, the kingdom that borders Tharz kingdom to the west.
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The sound of footsteps echoed through the grand marble corridor as an old man made his way towards the throne room.
Inside, the throne stood solemn and high.
Upon it sat an aged king with a crown tilted slightly upon his weary head. Beside him stood a mature and elegant young woman, the queen. They were alone, no guards, no nobles, just the two.
"Ah, Duke Carlos," the king said with a tired smile. "What brings you here?"
The old duke gave a deep and respectful bow.
"Your Majesty, the nobles have come to a decision. They wish to invade the Tharz Kingdom."
The king's eyes narrowed. "Even knowing it's a trap? They are still going to attack even if I said no, right?"
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Carlos replied, head still bowed. "This is the will of the nobility."
The queen stepped closer, her expression calm, a gentle smile on her lips as she rested her hand upon the king's arm.
