The hours had passed quietly, the steam and warmth of the morning bath long behind him. Lucas now stood in his chamber fully prepared, dressed in fresh robes that carried the clean fragrance of cedar and herbs. His hair was neatly tied, his presence calm yet dignified. The time had come. Today was the day he would step into a new responsibility, one that carried the weight of the king's trust. He gathered the last few things that Lira had carefully laid out and checked that nothing was left behind. She moved about the room like a gentle breeze, folding, arranging, and ensuring everything he might need for the journey was in order.
"You look ready," she said softly, watching him fasten the last clasp of his belt.
Lucas gave her a small smile and nodded. "Thanks to you. Without your hands here, I would still be fumbling for a clean sash."
