The leisure hall of the palace was a cozy,small chamber, meant not for formal gatherings or grand displays but for the quiet, personal moments of the royal family. The room was adorned with soft, cream-colored drapes that fluttered slightly in the evening breeze filtering through an arched window.
The prince consort of Yarzat, sat comfortably on a plush sofa with deep, soft cushions that seemed to mold to his form. He was reclined slightly, a small table beside him holding a tray of fresh grapes and a goblet of watered wine. With one hand, he absentmindedly plucked a grape and popped it into his mouth, savoring the burst of sweetness. In the other, he held a report—a neatly penned summary from his army officers. The pages crinkled faintly as he turned them, his sharp eyes scanning the words with practiced ease.
