Roman Lionhart sat in the grand throne room, his towering figure resting comfortably on the golden throne shaped like a lion's head. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrests as he gazed out over the massive expanse of the hall. Sunlight streamed through the tall, stained-glass windows, casting vibrant colors across the floor like a living mosaic. The grandeur of the room reflected the power of the Lionhart family—rulers of one of the most influential houses on the continent, and the seat of an ancient legacy that stretched back for millennia.
Today, however, Roman's thoughts were not on politics, strategy, or even warfare. He was thinking of Klaus.
