Dawn broke over the kingdom of Solaria, its golden rays struggling to penetrate the heavy curtains of Prince Darion's bedchamber. The heir apparent to the throne had barely slept, his mind consumed by the shocking events of the previous day. The arrival of Lord Draven and his outrageous proposal had shaken the very foundations of everything Darion held dear.
With a frustrated groan, the prince flung aside his silk coverlet and rose, padding across the plush carpet to throw open the curtains. The sudden influx of light made him wince, but he forced himself to face the new day. As he gazed out over the sprawling castle grounds, his eyes narrowed at the sight of the Shadow Lands delegation's dark carriages, still parked ominously near the stables.
A sharp knock at his door interrupted his brooding. "Enter," Darion called, his voice rough with fatigue and barely suppressed anger.