Hours later within the Welerian royal palace...
Philip strode through the hallway with Sir Darian alone, making their way to the grand doors of the library, which the patrol guards pushed open for them.
They walked in.
"Your Highness?" Sir Darian was the first to speak as he stepped forward, bowing at the sight of Sylteena standing still by the window frame.
Sylteena's eyes fluttered between Philip and the bowing knight, and she took a moment to softly clear her throat.
"Y-You may rise, Sir Darian..." Her voice lacked any hint of authority.
He slowly raised his head.
With Philip still frozen in place, wide-eyed as he scrutinized the guard before shooting Sylteena a quizzical look, she scratched the side of her arm, shifting her weight between her feet.
"I—I hope it wasn't any trouble, Sir Darian?"
"None at all, Your Highness." His voice was curt and assured.
Sylteena looked back at Philip, who only stared in silence.
