Agreement

Astraea glided into the throne room, her confidence evident in every step. As she approached the imposing figure before her, she noted his meticulously styled black hair and the deep, soulless quality of his black irises.

She stood still, waiting for him to speak. He rose from his throne, a slight smile playing on his lips as he walked toward her. "You must be Princess Astraea?"

Astraea nodded, returning his smile. "Hm..." Alexander mused, his eyes silently scrutinizing her. "Your brother made quite a ruckus here not too long ago." He sighed, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

Rugal, ever vigilant, surveyed the room and noticed the ministers watching intently. "Your Majesty," he interjected, "I believe further discussions should be private."