Lucius wasted no time. His voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the tense silence. "You two, take His Majesty to the royal physician immediately!"
Two knights in dark uniforms stepped forward without hesitation, carefully lifting Heinz's unconscious form from Florian's arms. The sight of his pale, blood-streaked face sent a fresh wave of unease through the room, but the knights carried him swiftly through the doors and out of sight.
Florian remained on the floor for a moment, his breath unsteady as he stared at the bloodstained table. His hands were shaking, his heart pounding. The reality of what had just happened was sinking in fast. Heinz—invincible, unshaken Heinz—wasn't supposed to fall. And yet, he had.
Lucius turned to him, his expression unreadable. "Stay with Alexandria," he ordered, his voice lower but firm. "Or bring her to your room. Just keep her away from everyone else until we have answers."
