The massive, intricately carved doors of the throne room swung open. Their kings guards ushered Alpha Kylan inside.
They announced the presence of the Alpha with their heads lowered in respect for their king.
Then, with an almost imperceptible nod, they melted away, leaving Kylan to move across the polished obsidian floor alone.
Kylan took a few deliberate steps further into the echoing silence before he spoke, his voice a low, respectful rumble. "My King." He bent his head in a deep, formal bow, a gesture of profound respect that acknowledged the weight of the crown and the power it represented.
Then, his gaze shifted, and he offered a similarly deferential bow to the regal figure seated beside the monarch. "My Queen."
