"Your Holiness, what am I hearing?! Our Holy Son has been imprisoned by the Lionheart Empire?! This is unforgivable!"
Archbishop Gregor stormed into the chamber, his fury palpable. Every step he took made the air in the room tremble, his presence exuding righteous indignation.
"Calm yourself, Archbishop Gregor… We must remain composed and devise a way to free our Holy Son. Shouting will do us no good."
The Pope's voice, though calm, carried an undeniable weight, rippling through the room like an overwhelming tide. A heavy silence fell, and no one dared to utter another word.
Yet, despite the quiet, the sheer outrage in the chamber was evident. The Holy Son—an esteemed title bestowed only upon the most gifted prodigy of the Holy Church—had been imprisoned. And worse, the one responsible was none other than Emperor Philip Lionheart.
This was no mere insult.
It was a declaration of war.
