The king finally brought the drinks to the table, setting them down with care. His eyes moved to the queen, lingering as he noticed her slightly flushed face and the faint sweat that was trickling down.
His tone carried a mix of irritation and curiosity as he asked, "What's the matter with you? You are sweating. Did something happen?"
The queen straightened herself as she displayed her regal demeanor despite the turmoil within. She forced a composed smile.
"Nothing, my king," she replied smoothly. "It seems the room is quite warm tonight."
Julian added with a warm smile, his voice warm and convincing. "It's nothing, Grandfather. Perhaps Grandmother is suffering from fever. She might need rest."
The king's hardened expression softened at Julian's words, his irritation fading into concern and affection. "If my grandson says so," he murmured with a small nod.
