Lord James stood in the Heart Chamber, his gaze fixed on the pulsing gem that was the Heart of Eldoria. The soft glow cast intricate patterns across the room, a reminder of the delicate balance between power and responsibility. He was deep in thought when a hurried knock on the door disrupted the quietude.
“Enter,” he commanded, his voice echoing in the stillness.
Edward, the butler, entered with a look of unease. “My Lord, there’s been a development. It concerns Elena.”
Lord James’s expression shifted from contemplative to concerned. “What is it?”
Edward hesitated before speaking. “She has been seen in the company of a known conspirator—a shadowy figure from the southern territories. They were spotted in the library late last night.”
The revelation hit Lord James like a bolt of lightning. Elena had always been a trusted advisor, her loyalty unwavering—or so it seemed. “Prepare a team. I want to know what’s happening immediately.”