King Heimdal entered through the heavy wooden doors of the justice hall. Knights stood rigidly at attention, polished armor gleaming under the morning light. He walked with measured steps, each one deliberate and unyielding. His deep golden robe trailed behind him, trimmed with white fur that kissed the cold stone floor. A golden crown rested on his head, heavy with rubies and diamonds.
Knights bowed low as he passed, fists clenched over hearts in silent salute. Courtiers stepped aside, heads bowed in reverence, their whispers falling silent in his presence.
Lara lifted her head and watched the King's grand entrance. When everyone else was bowing down, she watched him curiously. She had seen kings entering their court only in movies. She thought then that the bows and rigidness of the knights were an exaggeration, but witnessing it firsthand, Lara did not know how to feel.
