"Those are the plans..." Florian concluded, his voice calm but firm, the confidence in his tone unshaken.
After his earlier outburst, the chamber had fallen into a heavy silence. None of the dukes had dared to interrupt again, and now that he had laid out everything, the atmosphere had shifted from mockery to contemplation.
'Easy part's done.' he thought, eyes sweeping across the grand roundtable where each duke sat with their own brand of judgment.
Cedric—who had laughed the loudest—was now quiet. His face, though still relaxed, had grown serious. He leaned back, arms crossed, gaze unfocused like someone deep in thought.
Roland, ever the stoic, hadn't reacted much during the presentation, but now Florian noticed him quietly jotting something into his notebook. Of all of them, he was probably the one who would scrutinize the fine print the most.
