Nathan’s POV
Soft murmurs rippled through the throne room, filling the air with an underlying tension as the elders exchanged worried glances and whispered in hushed tones. It was a habit of theirs, these subtle mutterings, as if they thought I couldn’t hear them. Each murmur grated against my patience, a constant drumming in my ears that I had to fight to ignore. I forced myself to focus, turning my gaze to Marcus, who still stood by the entrance, his face tense and unreadable.
“Marcus,” I said, my voice low but firm. “What did you mean by ‘they’re coming’? I need details,” I repeated.
He shifted uncomfortably, casting a quick glance at the elders before meeting my gaze again. “My king, I think it would be best if you saw this for yourself.”
A flicker of worry tightened in my chest.
