Someone is attacking us

The moment Julian entered, a wave of murmurs spread across the room.

"Look, it's the son of the Duke," one whispered in awe.

Another joined in, "Yes, they say he's very strong... the rumors are true."

The whispers only grew louder as Julian walked further into the room. He could feel the weight of their gazes upon him. Some were awe and respect, while some that spoke of envy and jealousy too.

Julian, ever confident, couldn't help but smirk slightly as he took in the attention.

His eyes swept over the room, noting the familiar faces of his father's loyal soldiers.

Despite their gossips, no one dared to challenge him as he made his way toward the center of the room, where Duke Alden was standing, waiting for him.

Alden, however, didn't look pleased. His gaze was sharp, and his expression was hard to read.

Julian could tell that something serious was happening. 

"What's going on?" he asked curiously.