As Han stepped into the King's private office, he was taken aback by the sight of Prince Claus holding Rasial. He had grown to rely heavily on Rasial during his time at the Palace and now felt a sense of determination to be more self-reliant. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the commanding of a deep voice. "Enter," the voice boomed.
Despite his nerves, Han straightened his posture and confidently approached the table in the center of the room. As he looked up, he saw a man of great stature with a short snowy beard that exuded authority. Was this the King? Han couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he gazed upon him.
"It's best if you lower your head and not look at me like a mere object on display.", the King uttered in his commanding voice.