shardsofdiplomacy/drafts/king.md

# Audience with King Eadmod (GPT)

The grand hall of Padora’s castle stretches before you, its towering pillars casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and burning torches, a reminder of the countless decrees and decisions made within these walls. You stand before King Eadmod, the weight of his summons pressing upon your shoulders.

Your fingers tighten around your staff, the smooth wood warm from your grip. At your side, Shiro stands rigid, his golden horns gleaming beneath the torchlight, his orange-furred tail flicking once before stilling. He says nothing, but you sense his unease as keenly as your own.

Eadmod leans forward on his throne, his deep-set eyes fixed upon you. “Gideon, you are to travel to Ukanao.” His voice is steady, absolute. “Alongside Shiro, you will act as my envoy. There, you will negotiate a trade for their Kalirite crystals and secure an accord between Padora and Rudian.”

Your brows knit beneath the shadow of your hood. “Your Grace,” you begin carefully, your voice even, “forgive me, but is it wise to pursue trade so soon after war? Ukanao and Rudian—”

Eadmod’s gaze sharpens. “I did not summon you for your opinion, mage,” he says, his tone edged like a drawn blade. The court is silent, the weight of his words pressing heavy in the air. “I require obedience, not counsel.”

You bite back the retort that rises to your lips. There is no reasoning with a king who will not listen. You glance at Shiro, who meets your eyes with quiet understanding. Even without words, you know he shares your misgivings.

Eadmod drums his fingers against the armrest of his throne. “The matter is settled. You will leave at once.”

A slow breath steadies you. There is little choice—only the road ahead and whatever awaits beyond it.

You lower your head, the weight of duty pressing upon you. “As you command, Your Grace.”