Javier and his siblings gathered at the grand doors leading into the newly transformed throne hall, where elite knights lined the entrance in full ceremonial armor. He spotted all his mothers already waiting, each adorned in elegant dresses.
Lady Francesca stood out, radiant in the dazzling golden gown Javier himself had designed, a perfect match for Garius's regalia.
Garius strode over, and all four wives immediately drew close, smiling as they exchanged quiet words with him. Javier tried to eavesdrop, but their voices didn't reach him.
What could Father be saying to them? he wondered, glancing at Athine.
"Athine?" Javier prompted in a low voice.
"Hmm? Yes, little brother?" she replied, finally turning her gaze from Aelius.
"Do you know what Father's talking to them about?" Javier lifted his chin subtly in their direction.
Athine just shook her head. Her eyes still on Aelius. "No idea." She followed his gaze for a moment, then smiled softly.
