The morning sun cast a golden hue over the ancient tiled rooftops, bathing the palace grounds in a warm, gentle light.
Theodor Lennox had arrived at the entrance of the Queen's study. The guards, well accustomed to his presence, bowed politely before opening the doors without delay.
Inside, the atmosphere remained still, as always.
Queen Amara sat behind her desk, eyes fixed on the documents spread out before her. Occasionally, her brow furrowed, as if she'd just read something displeasing.
In the corner, Reiner stood at attention, his posture rigid but alert—his gaze never missing a single movement from those who entered.
When he recognized the visitor, he gave a subtle nod of greeting.
Theodor returned the gesture, then walked forward to stand quietly before the Queen's desk.
In the hush of the chamber, Amara's voice suddenly broke the silence, calm yet unmistakably sharp:
"I wonder… what kept you, Lord Lennox, from presenting yourself until today?"
