Pausing in front of the dining room door, I felt Allan's presence behind me.
"Are you sure about this, King Vidar? I can inform Morphez and Vallen that you are unwell, suggesting they meet you tomorrow morning," Allan suggested.
"I will need to face them at some point. Let it be now," I replied, pushing the door open.
Morphez and Vallen sat at the table, facing each other, their conversation temporarily halted.
As they rose from their seats, both Morfez and Vallen greeted me with a respectful bow. Morfez, a man marked by the passage of time, exuded an air of experience. His black hair complemented his fair skin, and his brown eyes reflected a depth of knowledge acquired over the years.
On the other hand, Vallen possessed a distinct charm with her blond hair and penetrating gray eyes
