A soft knock echoed against the heavy oak doors.
"Come in," King Lucien's voice called out firmly from within.
Damian squeezed Evelina's hand reassuringly, giving her a small, almost imperceptible nod before pushing open the door.
It was Evelina's first time stepping into the king's private study, and despite everything weighing on her heart, she couldn't help but look around.
The room was nothing like she had expected. It wasn't grand, like the throne hall, or formal, like the council chambers.
Instead, it felt cosy and lived-in. Dark wooden shelves filled with books, scrolls, and neatly rolled maps lined the walls.
A long, sturdy desk made from a single piece of dark stone sat under a large window, where stormy light spilled across its messy surface.
On one wall, various weapons were displayed—swords, axes, and an enormous bow that looked like it hadn't been used in years. A fireplace crackled softly, casting warm shadows over a couple of old chairs in front of it.
