The sitting area of Valeidio's royal palace was a place of quiet elegance, designed to reflect the dignity and power of its rulers. It was a spacious room, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through tall arched windows draped with silken curtains.
A large hearth dominated one side, its flickering flames casting golden patterns on the marble floor.
In the center, an oval-shaped table of dark wood was flanked by plush chairs upholstered in deep royal blue, the Valeidio family crest embroidered into each.
King Xavian sat near the window, his back straight, his posture commanding even in the casual setting. He rested one arm on the armrest of his chair, fingers drumming lightly, betraying the undercurrent of concern that simmered beneath his calm facade.
Queen Morgana sat opposite him, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her gaze fixed on the floral centerpiece as if willing herself to find calm in its symmetry.
