Lyra returned with the king, her brows raising in surprise at the sight of the wrecked table and the significant reduction in the number of people dining. Her eyes scanned the room, noting the unease etched on the faces of those who remained.
The king's voice broke through the tension, tinged with panic. "Is everyone alright? Where is Young Master Lyon and the others?"
The queen stood up, her demeanor composed yet worried. "He left, perhaps due to pressing matters."
"I see," Lyra responded, her tone thoughtful. "Did he mention where he was going?"
"He didn't, Young Mistress Lyra," said Prince Eamon, bowing respectfully. "However, it seems like his departure might be correlated with the frequent earthquakes."
Princess Seraphina nodded in agreement. "Yes, it seems more than a coincidence that he left just as the tremors intensified."
