The Empty Chair
The thick timber groaned under the pressure, hinges screeching as the door cracked open. A sliver of golden lamplight spilled out into the hall beyond. Then, with a final push, the heavy door swung wide.
"—How dare you enter without permission?!"
The voice lashed through the chamber, sharp as steel drawn across stone. It carried authority, irritation, and the kind of discipline drilled into a soldier's bones.
Leon's steps ceased. His golden eyes snapped to the noise, a flicker of surprise crossing his features—but it disappeared immediately, replaced by a soft smile pulling at his lips.
"Well…" he said under his breath. "…let's have a look at who howls so loudly."
He took a step forward. His boots clinked on the stone floor as he stepped over the threshold.
