Queen Elena observed her son's rigid posture, the set of his jaw as he stood across from her, a storm of emotions brewing in his eyes. She rose from her seat with a grace that belied the tension between them, her movements deliberate, each step calculated to convey both authority and maternal concern. Her dress rustled softly in the otherwise silent room, the only sound breaking the thick atmosphere.
When she reached him, she placed a hand on his arm, feeling the heat of anger simmering beneath the surface. Kaelix flinched, his muscles tightening under her touch, but he didn't pull away. The queen took this as a small victory and let her hand linger, a gentle reminder of the bond they shared.
