"Don't worry, Your Highness," Lucius said quietly, his voice steady but firm. "I don't think His Majesty will ever lose a fight — even without Azure. Even if that Charles fellow has a dragon."
Florian barely glanced back. They walked quickly through the corridor, the stone walls echoing with the distant roars of dragons above.
Behind them, the air still vibrated from the clash that shook the kingdom.
Lucius continued, almost as if to fill the silence.
"His Majesty is the strongest Arcanior. Perhaps the strongest man in existence. There is absolutely no one who could beat him."
"That's true, but…" Florian's steps faltered, his gaze dropping to the polished marble beneath his boots. "Charles wouldn't be that confident if he didn't have anything."
