"Florian..."
The name slipped from Heinz's lips slower than usual—soft, low, almost like it weighed him down. There was no bite, no command, just... gravity. Yet the sound of it curled tightly around Florian's spine, making him straighten on instinct.
He took a few steps forward, heart beating a little faster than he'd like to admit, and stopped just short of the throne. He dipped into a practiced bow, letting his gaze fall to the floor. Behind him, he sensed Lucius follow with crisp grace, Lancelot with stiff reluctance, and Cashew with nervous precision. A practiced routine—well-honed, well-rehearsed.
All except Azure.
The little dragon perched stubbornly on his shoulder, head raised, expression unimpressed as he blinked up at the king. He let out a soft huff, tail flicking lazily. Azure had always held a casual disdain for royalty—especially this one—and Heinz had returned the sentiment in kind. Their mutual apathy was almost impressive.
