Once within the private chamber, the air grew still.
Princess Kliatana sat with measured poise at the table, the Royal Advisor and General Gilmon at her side.
Opposite, Count Garius entered with calm authority, accompanied by Alf and Erinnette, while Javier trailed in with his usual reluctant posture.
Garius inclined his head in formal courtesy.
"Your Royal Highness."
He remained standing, allowing the weight of formality to settle, then spoke with measured tone.
"Before we begin our discourse, I would make one request of you," he said evenly, his gaze steady upon Kliatana. "Tell me, in your own words… what is your understanding of the Right of Arms?"
Kliatana exhaled softly, her posture still regal, though her fingers betrayed her tension, lacing and unlacing atop the polished table. She met Garius's gaze only once before glancing down, then forced herself to speak.
