The grand hall of the palace bustled with life, echoing with hurried footsteps and murmurs as Queen Morgana and Amarok rushed toward the main entrance.
The news of King Xavian and Crown Prince Theron's return had brought a wave of hope, but also a veil of unease. Morgana's heart raced as she nearly collided with her husband and son the moment they entered the palace.
"Xavian!" Morgana exclaimed, reaching out instinctively to grasp his arm. Her deep purple eyes searched his face, her breath catching at the heavy shadows etched across his features.
Trailing behind her, Amarok scanned the entrance hall, his expression laced with confusion. "Where are the twins?" he asked, his voice low but tense.
Theron stepped forward, his shoulders stiff. "They're still in Neomenia," he answered before Amarok could inquire further.
Amarok blinked, his brows knitting together. "In Neomenia? Why? What happened?"
