Eunid followed his father and uncle into the room, his mind focused and ready. Behind him, Alfred cast a bitter frown at the commanders, who quickly looked away in guilt.
They were wise enough to understand the dynamics at play and the simmering tension between Alfred and Eunid.
The room was filled with the mixed scents of incense and medicinal herbs, a constant reminder of his father's frail health. Heavy curtains were drawn, casting the room in a dim light that emphasized the solemnity of the space.
It was a large room, commanding and imposing, reflecting the stature of its occupant. One side of the room featured a seating area with a round table, surrounded by high-backed chairs.
Another side housed a personal desk cluttered with scrolls and books, evidence of ongoing business and political matters. The room even had a small kitchen tucked into a corner, making it a self-sufficient mini-apartment.
