Valoria, Royal Palace
Before the palace aide announced their summons, Kael felt a surge of anxiety clawing at his chest. The grand chamber of the palace, with its towering marble columns and intricate gold filigree, felt suffocating despite its splendor. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a silent testament to the formidable ruler they were about to face.
Kael suddenly realized something—he had never asked his father what kind of man King Julius was. His curiosity was born not out of mere politeness but from necessity. He turned to his father, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper.
"Father, what kind of man is the king?"
Edgar hesitated, his sharp features hardening, though a flicker of unease passed through his usually stern gaze. He leaned in closer, his voice barely audible.
