Arthur stood outside Queen Isolde's room, his hand on the intricately carved door handle.
The warmth of the wood and the protective runes confirmed his royal lineage. He sensed her presence inside, along with a tension in the air hinting at secrets waiting to be revealed.
Time to uncover how deep this conspiracy runs.
He walked in without knocking, taking advantage of his royal privilege. The solar was elegantly furnished, filled with rich tapestries and cozy furniture around a fireplace, with soft magical lights casting a warm glow.
Isolde was by the window, backlit by the afternoon sun. Her beauty glowed, accentuated by the silver in her dark hair. She didn't turn as he entered, but her body tensed slightly, preparing for what was to come.
"I was wondering when you'd come," she said quietly, her voice tinged with resignation.
