In the grand hall, Arthur sat quietly upon his throne, his gaze steady as he stared toward the towering double doors. The polished marble floors reflected the soft light from enchanted crystal sconces lining the walls. The air was heavy with a sense of anticipation—a tension that even the most veteran knights stationed along the hall could feel.
Arthur rested one hand lightly against the lion-carved armrest, his expression unreadable. His mind, however, was far from still.
The meeting today would mark another turning point—one that required not just preparation, but caution.
Turning slightly, Arthur looked toward Klein, who stood dutifully by his side.
"Have you prepared everything? Including the contingency plans?" Arthur asked, his voice calm but edged with a quiet authority.