As the warm sunlight streamed through the pavilion's glass roof, it bathed the gathering in a radiant golden light. The air vibrated with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of bees, creating a serene ambiance.
King Thorold and Lord Ryker approached the pavilion, their footsteps quiet on the stone path. The princes, deeply engrossed in lively discussion, fell silent as their father entered, their faces turning toward him with respect.
"Rise, my sons," King Thorold said, his warm smile spreading across his face. He gestured for them to stand, and the princes obediently rose, their eyes locked on their father.
Asher, Erian, Thane, and Kael stood tall, their faces reflective of their varying emotions. King Thorold took his seat, his movements deliberate and authoritative.
Lord Ryker settled into a nearby chair, his piercing gaze sweeping the room, observing the dynamics at play.
