Gurang decided not to push the matter any further. The faint stiffness in his shoulders relaxed as he gave a short, obedient bow.
"I understand, such boundless wisdom indeed coming from you, my Lord," he said, his tone filled with flattery and caution.
Romeov chuckled, the deep sound echoing faintly through the vast marble chamber. He stepped toward the grand oak table, where rows of polished silver goblets gleamed under the warm glow of chandelier light.
Picking one up, he approached the anxious royal cupbearer standing nearby.
The young man's hands trembled slightly as he filled the emperor's glass with a deep red wine that smelled of old oak and crushed cherries.
Romeov raised the cup and gave it a slow swirl, the liquid glimmering like spilled rubies.
He sniffed it first, savoring the aroma, before taking a calm, measured sip.
hmm
A satisfied hum escaped him, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.
