Imperial Palace, Valentino Empire~
The grand hall of the imperial palace is bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors as the emperor walked into the meeting room and everyone stood in respect.
"We greet the supreme sun of our empire, Your Majesty."
With a slight nod to acknowledge their greeting, the emperor sits on his ornate throne and gestures others to take their seat.
"You all must be aware of the reason for this emergency meeting."
The emperor started; his expression unreadable as he listened to the hushed murmurs of his assembled vassals. The air is tense, filled with the weight of an impending decision.
Seated around the vast table, ministers and generals exchange wary glances, each one acutely aware of the gravity of the discussion and the words they speak off.
The crown princess has chosen mercy, extending an olive branch to the king of Arcenia, who once waged war against them.
