Unease crept into the young man's heart as he made his way towards the grand dining room. Though a sense of duty propelled him forward, he couldn't shake the eerie feeling that clung to his every step. Nevertheless, he remained obedient, knowing it was his place as a son to heed his mother's summons.
Upon entering the room, his eyes fell upon a woman, exuding an air of both regality and untamed strength. Her honey-blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that mirrored the intensity of a lioness. At the sound of his approach, the Lady of the Palace's countenance transformed, lips forming a sulky pout that melted into a radiant smile.
Sensing the change, the young man instinctively retrieved a flower he had plucked along the way, anticipating the need for such appeasement.
"Youthful as ever, Mother," he remarked, offering the flower with practiced ease.
The pout dissolved into genuine affection, and the Lady's eyes shimmered with pride. "Athan, you possess such thoughtfulness. Venturing from the palace at this early hour just for your mother's sake."
Basking in her praise, her smile became even more enchanting.
"And you remembered my favorite blooms," she continued, her words accompanied by a hint of awe.
Athan discreetly wiped away a bead of perspiration that had formed on his brow, silently relieved that his foresight had spared him from potential disappointment.
"Of course, Mother," he replied, voice steady and unwavering. "How could I forget?"
Observing her son's attire, the Lady of the Palace furrowed her brow, a faint frown tugging at her features.
"Athan, why do you bear a sword within the palace walls?" she inquired, concern mingling with curiosity.
With a resolute expression, Athan responded, "To grow stronger and safeguard you, Mother."
The Lady's smile returned, radiant and reassuring, as she gazed upon her determined son.
"My darling, you needn't worry. Your mother, an accomplished archmage, possesses her own means of defense, not to mention the knights dedicated to safeguarding her. I alone am more than capable of handling any threat."
Athan maintained a composed demeanor, his voice carrying an air of calm conviction.
"Nevertheless, Mother, I feel compelled to protect you. Now, if I may, what urgent matter did you wish to discuss with me?"
The beautiful countenance of the Lady of the Palace transformed from warmth to concern. A shiver of apprehension coursed through Athan's veins, his mind racing to pinpoint any missteps he may have made during their exchange.
With a troubled expression, the Lady spoke softly, her words weighted with gravity.
"Athan, it seems the time has come for you to depart the palace."
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