King Lioness sat upon his ornate chair, a far cry from the formal throne in the audience hall. The heavy curtains filtered the afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the chamber's polished floor.
He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the armrest, deep in contemplation.
Then, turning toward his advisor, he spoke in a calm yet firm tone. "Summon Princess Ellyna. There is something important I must discuss with her."
The advisor bowed respectfully. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
The advisor swiftly exited the chamber, leaving the king to his thoughts.
"Ehh? Father called for me?"
Ellyn tilted her head with a slight pout, her cat ears twitching curiously.
Mrs. Faria simply smiled as she adjusted the folds of Ellyn's dress. "Perhaps there's something important he wishes to discuss, Princess."
With a small sigh, Ellyn's form shimmered as she casually shifted into her usual 10-year-old appearance—tail swaying lazily behind her.
