A murmur ripples through the court. Edric's eyes widen. "You ask us to release them?"
"Not ask, King Edric. Demand." Sissari's voice remains calm but carries an unmistakable edge. "Any individual found to be in possession of monster slaves henceforth will face execution."
The room falls into a stunned silence. Edric's mind races, contemplating the societal upheaval this decree will unleash. "This will not be easy. Our economy—our very way of life—relies on—"
"Change is seldom easy," Sissari interjects. "But it is necessary. The era of subjugation ends now."
Edric leans back, the weight of the throne suddenly more burdensome than ever. "Very well. We will comply."
Sissari inclines her head. "Your cooperation ensures a harmonious future between our kingdoms."
The envoy turns gracefully, the golden-armored guards following in lockstep. As they depart, the heavy doors closing behind them, Edric remains seated, the enormity of the moment settling over him like a shroud.
