Davian followed King Lucian into a quieter area of the grand palace hall, leaving the lively sounds of the royal celebration behind. Roseanne stood in the distance, her gaze following him as he disappeared with the king, her hands nervously clenching and unclenching by her side. This was a private audience, one Davian had to attend alone. He could feel the king's gaze on him as they walked, picking up on every subtle shift in the older man's expression.
The king finally paused in front of a grand window overlooking the palace gardens. The faint sounds of the celebration still echoed, but here, in this private spot, there was a noticeable tension in the air. King Lucian, dressed in fancy attire that demanded attention, turned slowly to face Davian, his eyes studying him carefully.
"Do you know why I brought you out here, Davian?" the king finally asked, his voice soft yet commanding.
