The corridor leading to the Frost Chamber seemed longer than usual, each step measured and deliberate. Roman walked ahead, his imperial regalia exchanged for simpler attire that nonetheless radiated authority. Raphael followed, his healer's robes rustling softly against the stone floor. Between them strode Reizhor Raikra, the Beast Emperor's massive frame somehow filling the space without effort, his golden eyes missing nothing.
None spoke. The confrontation in the Imperial Chamber had established the boundaries of their interaction—a reluctant cooperation born of necessity rather than goodwill. Reizhor had claimed his right to see Klaus. Roman had granted it, with conditions. Now they proceeded toward that encounter, calculating what might follow.
Four elite Lionhart sentinels stood at attention before the great double doors of the Frost Chamber. At Roman's nod, they stepped aside, pulling open the heavy doors to reveal the chamber beyond.
