Back at the palace, in the private chambers of King Cedric, an air of opulence surrounded him as he reclined on a lavish chair. A woman with flowing blonde hair, identified as Lady Isabella, stood beside him, her delicate hands caressing the intricate details of his royal attire. A few undone buttons exposed a glimpse of the king's chest.
The atmosphere exuded intimacy and desire as King Cedric leisurely sipped from a crystal glass. However, as Isabella's eyes rested on him, she noticed that his expression was far from relaxed. The king seemed preoccupied with something, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Is something the matter, Your Highness?" Isabella asked, her voice concerned. "You don't seem yourself."
