Grandparents

As Arthur stepped into the chamber, his eyes widened at the sheer luxury surrounding him.

The polished marble floor gleamed under the warm glow of enchanted crystal chandeliers. Massive pillars with gold inlays stood tall, and the royal crest was displayed proudly across banners hanging from the ceiling. It was the very definition of wealth and power.

Before he could take in more, he was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.

"Oh, my sweet boy… You've grown so much."

That voice…

Soft yet firm, filled with affection

Arthur stiffened for a moment before realizing who it was. Helena Hestia, his maternal grandmother.

"Look at you," she said, pulling back slightly, her piercing green eyes scanning him with both warmth and nostalgia. "You've turned into a fine young man."

Arthur took a step back and finally got a good look at her after so many years.

And damn—she had definitely aged well.