"Y-Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"
Florian barely managed to keep his voice steady as he stepped toward the door, forcing his expression into careful neutrality. Heinz stood tall in the doorway, his presence effortlessly commanding, like a shadow cast over the room. Even Cashew, standing stiffly beside him, trembled slightly, his fingers clutching the fabric of his tunic.
"I'm here to talk. May I come in?"
Florian's mind reeled.
'Talk? He could have summoned me. He always summons me. Why come here?'
Still, he forced a polite smile, the corners of his lips barely lifting.
"Are you sure, Your Majesty? My room might not be… to your taste."
'Please leave. Please don't come in.'
Heinz didn't hesitate. "I'll be fine."
