King Aeron sat upon the grand throne of Edenael, his youthful face tempered by the weight of sudden responsibility. The grand hall had been restored to its former glory, the bloodstains of the massacre erased, the banners of the kingdom hanging proudly once more. Beside him stood Lady Celestine, her poise regal as she advised the young ruler on matters of governance. Her words were careful, yet firm, shaping Aeron's understanding of the trials that awaited him as king.
The heavy doors of the throne room groaned open, and a figure clad in rugged warrior's garb stepped forward, his form marked with the raw strength of his people. Mahikan knelt before the throne, bowing his head.
"My king, I humbly request that my tribesmen be given refuge here in Edenael for the time being. The upheaval has left us vulnerable, and we seek sanctuary under your rule."
