{Third Person}
Queen Lysandra arrived at the King's quarters with perfect composure.
Outwardly, she looked every bit the concerned and devoted wife. Her expression carried just the right amount of worry, and her steps were measured and graceful as she entered Sebastian's private sitting room.
Inside, King Sebastian sat in silence. His posture alone told her everything she needed to know—or at least, so she thought.
He looked tired, the kind of exhaustion that went beyond physical fatigue.
Lysandra inwardly felt satisfied. Good. This meant the news had truly affected him.
Suppressing the joy bubbling in her heart, she carefully arranged her expression into one of concern and slowly approached him.
"Your Majesty."
Sebastian did not respond. He merely remained seated, staring ahead.
Meanwhile, Lysandra was not discouraged. She had expected this. In fact, his silence only encouraged her more, so she moved ahead and took a seat not too far from him and spoke gently.
