The next day.
In the banquet hall of Neverwinter Fortress, while the castle's servants and maids busied themselves preparing and decorating for the banquet, a group of queens, nobles, commanders, and other lords from the Lord's Alliance gathered by the floor-to-ceiling windows at the other end of the hall, which had been converted into a temporary resting area. They looked down at the bustling, noisy Neverwinter, which resembled a giant construction site, and sighed with emotion.
Half a month ago, they had all believed that Neverwinter certainly could not hold out.
After all, the attackers consisted of two adult Black Dragons, more than a dozen powerful Red Robed Wizards, and a vast army of Undead from the Dead Marshes. With such forces, destroying any country or city in their Lord's Alliance apart from Baldur's Gate and Silvermoon City would have been effortless.
On top of that, Neverwinter's new queen had "seized the throne illegitimately." She had forced Lord Dagult Neverember away through the Grand Sun Tournament. Although quite a few of them had participated in that affair and helped bring about the result, they had no personal friendship with the new queen. Besides, the queen of Neverwinter seemed to have some serious conflict with the Lord of Dawn?
Thus, after discussing the matter and considering it from every angle, they had decided that each lord would mobilize their troops and prepare for self-defense. At the same time, they had privately agreed on a relatively "proper" time to send troops. One reason was to test and observe Neverwinter and its new queen's capabilities; the other was to preserve their strength and prepare for a possible large-scale invasion by the Undead Scourge and the Red Robed Wizards.
But who could have expected...
What caught them all completely off guard was that, while