"So, what's the plan, Your Majesty?"
Florian set Azure down, feeling the tiny dragon's claws tighten around his leg in protest. Azure let out a soft, disgruntled chirp, his small body clinging stubbornly to his boot. Normally, Florian would have reassured him with a pat or a quiet word, but right now, he barely noticed. His mind was already elsewhere, focused solely on whatever Heinz was about to say.
But Heinz didn't answer.
Instead, something about him changed.
His entire posture shifted—shoulders squaring, head tilting slightly as if listening for something beyond the walls. His golden eyes flickered toward the door, amusement vanishing in an instant, replaced by something far colder.
Florian frowned. 'Hm?' He took a hesitant step forward. "Your… Majesty?" His voice was quieter this time. "Is something wrong?"
Still, no response.
