The white marble corridors of the Sol-Regis Palace felt infinitely longer and colder than usual that night.
The autumn air slipped through the cracks of the high windows.
Passing servants bowed their heads deeply. Rows of elite Silver Eagle knights stood as stiff as statues by every pillar.
Every soul in the palace knew... tonight's summons was the final one.
Tap... tap... tap...
The footsteps of Caelus and Raveena echoed, piercing the silence.
Raveena strode gracefully, draped in a simple midnight-blue gown. Her black hair cascaded freely down her back. Beside her, Caelus walked with a rigidly clenched jaw.
The 7th Prince wore a dark blue coat bearing the golden Sun crest. His fingers repeatedly squeezed the hem of his cloak.
Raveena slowly shifted her hand. She slipped her fingers through Caelus's, gripping his hand tightly.
Caelus turned his head. Raveena merely offered a firm nod. I am here.
Their footsteps halted before a pair of gold-carved wooden doors.
