The golden light of morning stretched through the tall open arches of the royal palace.
It lit up the floors where Ashen walked his steps steadily, his back straight.
For the first time in years, he wasn't just a forgotten prince walking through these halls… he was summoned. Professionally called to the royal place for a job.
His black cloak trailed behind him, heavy with every step. A silver clasp shaped like a dragon's eye held it in place at his shoulder.
Behind him, Ero followed in silence. The royal palace was already filled with nobles. They sat quietly, dressed in silk and gold, their eyes curious. They didn't speak loudly, but Ashen could feel them watching.
At the end of the long hall stood King Aden, sitting tall upon the dragon-carved throne.
On his left sat Queen Sephora. Her face showed no emotion, but her eyes were cold as they watched Ashen like a hawk watches a wounded bird.
