As Elian and Orion stepped out of the chamber, their footsteps echoed softly against the polished marble floors of the palace. The grandeur of the surroundings, a blend of intricate carvings, towering pillars, and stained glass windows filtering golden sunlight, stood in stark contrast to the quiet intimacy between the two brothers.
Ren and Orin, stationed just outside, bowed in unison, their disciplined postures a testament to years of rigorous training. They exchanged a brief glance, silently noting the mood of the Lords before falling into step behind them.
The air in the hallway carried a faint scent of fresh blooms from the royal gardens, mingling with the earthy aroma of stone warmed by the morning sun.
