*Rhys*
The sun dipped below the horizon as the gates of the royal palace loomed before us. My heart hammered in my chest, a wild rhythm threatening to betray my facade of calm.
I glanced at Axureon, whose human form strode with an imposing grace beside me. To any onlooker, he was but a man. To those who knew the truth, he was legend incarnate.
"Remember," I murmured, "to humans, calm is as vital as strength."
A knowing glint sparked in his ancient eyes, and he nodded once, the gesture regal. "Fear not. I have walked among your kind before."
The heavy doors creaked open, revealing the grandeur of the Crimson throne room, where the warm glow of torches danced against the walls. Each step echoed, an ominous drumbeat signaling our approach. At the end of the hall, my father, King Xander,
