Kaelix had just inclined his head in gratitude, ready to take his leave, when the heavy doors of the throne room burst open with a loud creak. A messenger hurried inside, his boots echoing against the stone floor. The man paused briefly, taking in the palpable tension lingering in the room.
"My apologies, Your Majesty, Your Highnesses" the messenger said, bowing deeply to King Xavian and the princes. "I bring an urgent letter from our people in Mbuzuoria Kingdom."
Kaelix halted mid-step, turning back toward the king with furrowed brows. Theron and the twins straightened, their attention snapping to the man as he approached the throne and handed the sealed letter to Xavian.
King Xavian took the parchment, breaking the wax seal with a quick flick of his fingers. His eyes skimmed the page, his expression darkening with each passing second. The room grew heavy with unspoken questions as everyone awaited his response.