The soft glow of the setting sun poured into King Thaddeus's study, casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with tension as he sat in his high-backed chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. A knock at the door broke the heavy silence.
"Enter," he barked, his voice sharp and commanding.
The door creaked open, revealing Caledon, the ever-loyal advisor. He stepped inside, bowing low in respect. "Your Majesty," he greeted carefully, his tone measured.
Thaddeus barely spared him a glance, his piercing gaze fixed on the papers sprawled across his desk. "Well? Is there a reply from Valeidio or Zephyros?"
Caledon hesitated, his lips parting as if to soften the blow. "No, Your Majesty," he said finally, his reluctance evident.
