King Kaelvryn sat at the head of the table, his posture composed, his expression unreadable.
Lucas stood nearby, one shoulder resting lightly against a pillar, arms folded as his sharp gaze drifted across the gathered council members.
Valen stood behind the king as always. She had returned to duty sooner than anyone expected, though her presence carried a quiet intensity.
"My king," Lucas said casually, pushing himself away from the pillar and stepping closer to the table, "we are going in circles."
A few of the nobles shifted uncomfortably but Kaelvryn did not immediately respond, Lucas continued immediately.
"We have traitors within the palace, a hidden mastermind orchestrating attacks, and yet we are discussing grain shipments."
His tone was light almost amused but the words carried weight then Lord Cedrick frowned, "these matters are still important—"
"Not as important as staying alive," Lucas interrupted calmly.
