The soft creak of the door barely broke the silence as Sadiki stepped into the chambers that Prince Eirik now shared with Prince Kaelix. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on his chest as he moved across the room, his footsteps careful, quiet.
Eirik stood by the window, his back to the door, the early evening light casting a soft glow across his figure. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid, as if he had been preparing himself for this encounter just as much as Sadiki had. The prince didn't turn to face him, but Sadiki could see the faintest tilt of his head, acknowledging his presence.
Sadiki's throat tightened, but he forced himself to speak. "Your Highness."
