The door opened unceremoniously.
Without announcement.
Without any attempt to maintain the etiquette that the environment clearly demanded.
Kael simply pushed the heavy wood open with one hand, his gaze already moving before his body, prepared to find tension, armed guards, maps scattered on a table, discussions laden with strategy, or at the very least, some atmosphere of urgency.
But what he found was…
Normal.
Strangely normal.
The room was spacious, illuminated by tall windows that let in the morning light softly, reflecting on the golden details of the decor. A round table occupied the center, with two chairs occupied, and on it was a tray arranged with almost irritating perfection: a porcelain teapot, two delicate cups, small plates with sweets and carefully cut fruit.
No maps.
No soldiers.
No crisis.
Just… coffee.
