While Javier adjusted the cube with his magic crafting, the faint glow of his palms caught more than a few eyes.
A rhythm of boots echoed against the polished floor, measured, sharp, disciplined. Javier froze, his head lifting. A group of royal guards, armored and bearing the crest of the palace, marched toward him with perfect posture.
…Ah, crap.
They halted just before him. The leader stepped forward, fist pressed to his chest in salute, then bowed slightly. His voice was low, firm, but respectful.
"Pardon our rudeness, Young Lord. But we must ask you to refrain from using magic within the council chamber. Such is the rule."
Javier blinked, cube still floating between his glowing palms. He gave an awkward chuckle and quickly dispersed the glow, tucking the cube back into his storage.
"Ah… my mistake. I wasn't aware of that rule," he said lightly, scratching the back of his head, sheepish grin in place. Then he leaned forward slightly, offering a small bow of his own.
