The sound of Kyren's heavy boots striking the hardened floor echoed through the royal court hall. Eyes of the spectators gathered at the threshold of the opened main door followed him as he boldly stepped toward the monarch and Anna.
Silence enveloped the place; not even the doorkeeper knew whether to close the door again. It was as if time itself had paused, leaving only the grand duke's movements to disrupt the stillness.
Kyren finally halted before the king. Unlike his usual demeanour, there were no formal greetings—only a stern, challenging gaze. It was clear that he was ready to confront his brother head-on.
King Kyden gathered his composure, wary of the encounter. He knew he had to tread carefully; despite Kyren's current state, he was still the finest knight in Cassian.
Defeating him if he went berserk wouldn't be an easy task. Even the grand duke's legendary reputation as the northern warrior sent shivers down the spines of the other knights.
