Her remarks hung in the air, each syllable confidently stressed as the room seemed to pulse with an undertone of tension. All those in attendance were shaken by the idea that someone inside the palace itself was entangled in this complex web of deceit. As the king thought about the consequences of Lady Cecilia's revelation, the mystery deepened, and his demeanor changed to one of seriousness.
With a tinge of contempt in his voice, King Alfenzo asked, "So you mean to say that all that we've done, all our efforts and plans, are of no use?" His statements seemed to threaten the very core of their collective strength and wisdom, hanging in the air like a menace. The king questioned Lady Cecilia's statement as his fierce gaze drilled into her, and his mismatched eyes flickered with a perilous glimmer. His throne-like chair's armrest was regularly tapped by his long, regal fingers. His low, frightening chuckle added an unsettling feeling as if he were leading a disturbing symphony.
