"Lord Adyr, this humble king greets you." King Vale Von Velaris bowed as much as his aged back would allow, one hand clenched over his chest, while all the lords behind him mirrored the gesture, inclining in synchronized respect.
Adyr's expression softened slightly at the sight, a subtle, reassuring smile brushing his features. Yet even in that ease, his very presence radiated an immortal aura, as if a being beyond mortality had just set foot among mortals.
As he observed the king, the lords, and the citizens, he could discern the subtle nuances in their behavior. Their respect and affection for him had always been considerable, but now, clearly, those feelings had deepened—elevated to a level that shifted the way he was regarded entirely.
He was not the only one analyzing the scene with meticulous focus. Veyla Arden studied every detail, her mind already assembling the pieces of a shocking realization.
