Chapter 61
The grand council hall was unusually quiet that morning. Everyone seated at the long polished table seemed to be walking on eggshells, too afraid to speak unless spoken to. Rhydian sat at the head, his expression unreadable, his fingers lightly tapping against the wooden armrest of his chair. His crimson eyes scanned each member slowly, watching, waiting.
"Does anyone have anything to say before we conclude?" he finally asked, his voice calm but firm.
For a brief moment, there was silence. Then, one of the men at the far end of the table hesitantly raised his hand, indicating he had something to say.
"Speak," Rhydian allowed, giving a slight nod.
The man stood up, his palms sweating as he glanced briefly around the room. "Your Majesty, there's been a rumor going on about…" He suddenly paused, as if reconsidering his words.
Rhydian narrowed his eyes slightly. "Go on. About what?" he asked, tone sharp.
The man swallowed hard, and finally continued, "About the queen."
