Julian woke up and saw Eleanor sleeping beside him. Her face was relaxed and calm. Her hair was spread over the pillow and she had a slight smile. He quietly brushed a bit of hair from her face as he felt a rare moment of peace before all the challenges ahead.
Meanwhile in the royal palace, a soldier rushed through the grand halls toward the throne room. His footsteps echoed against the marble floors. Reaching the heavy doors, he paused as he caught his breath and pushed them open to deliver his message to the awaiting royals.
In the grand luxurious hall, the king sat upon his throne, his figure exuding a commanding presence that demanded attention from all who entered. His gaze was sharp, unwavering and carried the weight of a ruler accustomed to both respect and obedience.
