Lyon woke up the next morning to the unsettling sounds of a commotion echoing through the palace. He pushed himself up from his bed, glancing around to find Cecile and Selena already awake and dressed, their expressions reflecting a sense of concern.
"What's happening?" Lyon inquired, his voice tinged with grogginess.
Cecile, with a nonchalant shrug, replied, "Politics."
"Politics?" Lyon raised his brows, fully aware of the intricate nature of power struggles within the empire.
"A couple of elders are assembling in the throne room, confronting Elandril," Cecile explained, her words carrying a weight of seriousness.
Lyon was taken aback, not so much by the political turmoil itself but by the unexpected appearance of Liu, who knelt beside his bed. "Liu? What are you doing here?"
Liu offered a respectful bow, "Master, I've been here to ensure your safety. The palace has been abuzz with activity since early morning."
