He is recognized

After all the preparations were complete, the anticipated night finally arrived—the night when the crucial meeting would be held in the throne hall, where schemes and nefarious plans would come to fruition. However, before that time came, a tense atmosphere pervaded Prince Sindar's private chamber.

"Where are you, Luna!" Sindar growled, his voice brimming with frustration. His face had transformed into a mask of oppressive impatience, with furrowed brows and eyes flashing with anger. His foot tapped the floor in a rapid, restless rhythm, as if the sound alone could hasten Luna's arrival.

An entire hour had passed, yet the woman he anxiously awaited had still not appeared. Her absence kindled a fire of anxiety within Sindar, along with a swarm of grim possibilities that haunted his thoughts. He began to imagine the worst-case scenarios, dark suspicions of betrayal and catastrophic failure.