"You seem nervous, Your Highness," Cashew said softly, his voice pulling Florian from his spiraling thoughts.
Florian flinched, only just managing to mask it with a shaky breath.
Azure, with his small, shimmering blue wings and sleepy golden eyes, was curled up lazily on Florian's lap, letting out a quiet yawn as he tilted his head up to peer at Florian, filled with pure, innocent curiosity.
It had been hours since Florian had left Heinz's suffocating office—and a few more since an official summons had been delivered to the harem. The command was simple: gather at the Obsidian Throne Room. The King had an announcement.
And yet, Florian had been fidgeting ever since.
It wasn't like usual, where summons demanded their immediate presence. No, this time, the command came early, followed by an eerie silence. A warning that someone would eventually come knocking at their doors to lead them to the throne room when it was "time."
A twisted anticipation.
