Throne Room – Midnight Audience
The heavy, towering doors of the throne room groaned open, the echo of their movement scattering through the darkened corridor. The light flickered low, shadows dancing across the columns as Prince Julius entered with a measured pace. His feet struck the polished stone floor with soft, unhurried thuds.
It was well past midnight. The court had long since retired. Only the royal guards remained posted like silent statues in the corners of the grand chamber.
Seated high upon the throne, the king leaned back, his expression unreadable, a goblet of dark wine cradled loosely in one hand. His crown glinted in the low light, a symbol of weight that had sat heavy upon his brow for decades.
Julius bowed low. "Father. I request for a much more private audience. Would that be possible right now?"
