As the Blue-Helmet Knight and Maria's personal retainer stepped back, positioning themselves on either side of the throne, the atmosphere in the grand chamber shifted once more. King Almiro's somber gaze rested on his daughter, a silent acknowledgment of the moment's gravity. Then, the regal figure of Queen Elara rose from her seat, the elegant fabric of her gown sweeping gracefully across the polished marble floor.
Gray's heart raced as he watched the queen approach Maria. A lump formed in his throat; the queen had always exuded a commanding presence, but now she radiated warmth, concern, and love. The tension in the room felt almost palpable, and Gray couldn't help but gulp at the sight.