At the present. Ásjáheimr Kingdom.
The king's study room exuded an air of austere regality. Most of the walls and furniture were white, creating an ambiance of purity and authority. Colorful books lined the shelves, figures adorned the shelves, lamps provided a warm glow, and paintings adorned the walls, preventing the room from feeling too sterile.
"How dare you go out of the kingdom? Do you think I am already dead that you do not need my permission?" a deep voice echoed in the room.
King Fjolnir stood behind a white desk, his hands gripping its edge with tension. Over his regal white and blue attire, he wore a white fur coat, a symbol of his royal status. His light purple eyes, usually calm, were now filled with fury as he looked at his son, Sten, who stood defiantly before him.
