The following morning, as sunlight seeped through the ancient arches of the palace, Erend and Eccar received an unexpected summons to the throne room. They exchanged uneasy glances, sensing that whatever news awaited them might shatter the fragile calm they had until this moment.
Erend and Eccar thought that this is might be the time. Though, they didn't say anything to each other.
Walking through the vast halls, they felt a somber weight pressing down on them. As they approached the towering doors of the throne room, Erend clenched his jaw and Eccar's expression grew steely. What could be serious enough for the king to call them so suddenly?
They entered the room and saw King Gulben on his throne, his face solemn, framed by the quiet shadows of the palace. Beside him, Saeldir stood with his arms crossed, a pensive look in his eyes. Erend and Eccar bowed in greeting.
"Your Majesty," Erend began. "You sent for us?"
