{Third Person}
The next morning, the atmosphere in the royal court was far from ordinary.
The great hall was already filled by the time Alexander arrived.
Tall pillars lined the chamber, their shadows stretching across the polished floor, while the high throne at the far end commanded quiet authority.
King Sebastian sat there, his presence steady and imposing, his expression unreadable as his gaze rested on the proceedings before him.
The court officials stood arranged in careful order, their robes and insignias marking their ranks, but their attention was unified.
They were focused and waiting.
Zarek stood among them, positioned slightly forward, his posture relaxed but deliberate, as though he had every right to occupy that space. There was a faint ease in his expression, but beneath it lay something sharp and watchful.
Beside him stood Rowan, more reserved, his expression neutral as his gaze shifted briefly toward the entrance.
Then, Alexander stepped in.
