Damien followed the assigned guard through the corridors of the palace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone floors.
Despite the lavish interior, there was an unusual calmness to the place—a quiet, almost expectant atmosphere, as though something unspoken hung in the air.
The queen had summoned him for a private discussion.
And Damien had a feeling that whatever she wanted to say was important.
As they neared their destination, the guard finally stopped before a set of grand double doors, pushing them open without hesitation.
"Enter," the guard said simply, stepping aside.
Damien did as instructed, walking inside—
And immediately, his sharp blue eyes took in the scene before him.
Seated at the far end of the room was Lizella, dressed in a stunning, fur-lined gown that draped elegantly around her figure.
The fabric shimmered faintly in the candlelight, its deep midnight blue color accentuating her strikingly beautiful eyes.
