"Your Majesty, you are here?" Caleum immediately addressed his younger brother, King Reagan, as he entered the throne room, a look of displeasure etched on his face. He promptly lowered the sword that had been aimed at the Vedan Queen Sylara's throat, and they all bowed respectfully to their king.
Sylara still wore a look of confusion as she and Reagan locked eyes for a moment, his gaze cold and inscrutable, making it difficult to discern his thoughts. Within seconds, he broke the contact and turned his attention to his brother Caleum, who had been causing a commotion just before his arrival.
"I asked a question," he said, and Caleum swallowed hard, his fists clenched as he finally spoke.
