Morning light washed across the Imperial Chamber's ancient stonework as servants made final preparations for the Seven Monarchs Council. Ceremonial banners representing each sovereign territory hung in perfect symmetry, their colors vivid against walls that had witnessed centuries of delicate power balances maintained through careful diplomacy—and occasional bloodshed.
In the Eastern Tower, Klaus stood motionless as attendants hovered at a safe distance, their hands trembling as they presented formal attire designed specifically for this occasion. Traditional Lionhart blue had been replaced with pristine white trimmed in silver—clothing crafted to complement his transformed appearance rather than disguise it.
