The throne room fell into a stunned silence after I finished speaking. My throat felt dry from the lengthy explanation of what I'd discovered. King Theron—my grandfather—sat rigid on his throne, his face betraying little emotion. Beside him, Duke Alaric Thorne stood perfectly still, his legendary composure showing the tiniest crack as he processed my words.
"Twin Comets," Duke Alaric finally said, breaking the tense silence. "Star-Sailors returning after millennia. This sounds like a children's fairy tale, Prince Evander."
I stepped forward, unrolling the ancient star charts across the council table. "I understand your skepticism, Your Grace. I felt the same when I first translated these texts. But look—these astronomical calculations are far too precise to be mere fantasy."
