Kaelric stood motionless, his frost blade dissipated into thin air. Yet the cold aura around him remained, lingering like the icy winds of Frozen Peak.
His eyes were sharp and unfeeling, glinting with a detached chill that sent shivers through the room.
The newer soldiers and servants stared at him in stunned silence, their whispers growing louder as they tried to make sense of what they had just witnessed.
"Is that really the first son?" one servant muttered, her voice trembling.
"I thought he was supposed to be the gentle one," another whispered back, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Gentle?" a soldier scoffed under his breath. "That didn't look gentle to me. He didn't even flinch."
The murmurs rippled through the hall, filled with equal parts awe and fear.