Imperial Palace~
An air of anticipation filled the imperial study, thick with the scent of freshly steeped tea and polished oak. The sunlight of the setting sun filtered through the grand arched windows, casting golden reflections on the elegantly set table, where Emperor Valerian sat, his expression unreadable.
He picked up his porcelain teacup with deliberate grace, taking a measured sip before setting it down, the delicate clink barely audible in the hush of the room. His red gaze, calm yet knowing, swept across his assembled advisors.
"An invitation from Arndell has arrived."
He announced, his voice steady but carrying a weight of significance.
"It seems the king will finally declare the heir to his throne this time."
