{Third Person}
The silence in the receiving hall grew heavier, pressing down on everyone present as King Sebastian stood before Queen Lysandra, his anger far more dangerous in its restraint.
"Bring me your seal."
The words were calm, but they carried absolute authority.
Lysandra froze, her fingers trembling slightly as she stared at him. "My King… you cannot mean that," she said, her voice already losing its composure.
"I do," Sebastian replied without hesitation. His gaze remained fixed on her, cold and unyielding. "From this moment, you will no longer issue commands in this palace. Your authority is suspended until further notice."
The colour drained from her face. That seal was not just an ornament—it was her power, her voice, her right to rule within the palace. Without it, she was nothing more than a figurehead.
"My King, please…" She moved forward on her knees, panic breaking through. "I acted for the good of the Crown. I was trying to—"
