The mage entered, his shoes making a sound on the polished marble floor with each hurried step. The faint scent of incense clung to his sleeves—a mark of long hours spent in the spell chambers. He bowed low before Celeste, greeting her, "Your Royal Highness."
Celeste was already seated and nodded calmly in acknowledgment of his greeting. Her expression remained composed. "You wanted to see me, Mage Emeric. May I know why?"
"Forgive me, Your Highness, but it was of utmost importance that I report to you what happened while my juniors were watching the Veil. That is why I hastily requested an audience."
Celeste, who already had an idea of what he was going to report, gave a small, knowing nod. Her posture remained poised as she settled further into her seat, one leg crossing over the other. "I see. Then please, have a seat," she said, gesturing with a hand adorned in rings carved with ancient runes.
