Thud.
Eirian's eyes widened in surprise as Adham dragged a man into his office, forcing him to kneel before the black-haired prince. The abrupt sound of the man's knees hitting the floor echoed sharply in the room, breaking the silence.
"Adham, please explain what... this is?" Eirian asked, rising slowly from his seat. He moved with deliberate caution, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the kneeling figure. A sense of familiarity nagged at him. 'He looks familiar,' he thought, though he couldn't quite place him.
"Saint, do you not remember him?" Adham asked, pointing his sword dangerously close to the man's head. Eirian grimaced at the title. It had only been a month since he discovered he possessed light magic instead of dark. The revelation had plunged the empire into chaos, compounding the turmoil caused by the emperor's recent execution.
