"Good afternoon, Your Majesty."
Lysander entered the room, followed closely by an older gentleman. Heinz rose from the bed, his gaze instinctively flickering toward the still-sleeping Florian before shifting to the newcomers.
Both men offered respectful bows.
Azure lifted his small head from the mattress, already familiar with Lysander's presence and showing no signs of alarm.
However, the dragon's slitted eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar man. Still, he stayed close beside Florian, protective yet calm.
Heinz moved to the sitting area, settling into one of the couches. Without wasting a second, he motioned toward the opposite couch. "Sit. Both of you."
Lysander obeyed immediately, and the stranger followed suit, sitting beside him. Heinz didn't bother with pleasantries.
"Who is he? And how exactly is he going to help Florian?"
