Killian squinted his eyes, furrowing the crease on his brow as he observed Sir Albus's imposing, cloaked figure vanishing down the palace corridor. The dancing torchlight cast eerie, shifting shadows on the walls, intensifying the air of mystery surrounding Sir Albus's abrupt appearance.
A torrent of questions raced through Killian's mind, swirling like leaves caught in a whirlwind. Why had Sir Albus come to the palace? Was it to bestow his blessings upon the impending marriage of Cassius and Amelia? The thought lingered briefly in his mind before he dismissed it.
If Sir Albus had been here for that purpose, then his father, the King, would have made a grand announcement, and a magnificent reception would have been meticulously arranged to honor the revered mage's arrival into the kingdom.
