Inside the Beastkin King's private meeting room.
Garius stood tall at the entrance, waiting for the signal. The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a calm voice from within said,
"You may enter."
He stepped inside with practiced poise. Already seated inside were King Lioness, stoic and sharp in appearance, and Queen Mylezra, radiant in her eternal elven beauty, graceful and unnaturally youthful as always.
"Hmm?" Garius looked around briefly. "Where's Veldrac?"
King Lioness chuckled. "Still busy with Gumarak. He's not done 'disciplining' him."
Garius sighed deeply. "Let him enjoy it then." He stepped aside slightly, motioning behind him. "Now then… this is my youngest son."
Javier stepped forward, stiff as a board, back straight, trying his best to look dignified. He was used to battlefields, sabotage, puppet warfare, and sweet maid kisses—not being paraded like a product in royal court.
