The night over Dominion Sanctum was a breathtaking tapestry of stillness, draped in velvet skies and sprinkled with jeweled stars.
The aurora above danced gently, rippling in molten gold and frozen violet hues.
Below, the estate lay in peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware that its sovereign was wide awake on the highest balcony of the Main Palace.
Arthur reclined alone in the serene embrace of his master suite's outer balcony, wrapped in a nebula-black robe that shimmered softly under the ambient light, its fabric speckled like a starlit sky.
A silver glass filled with deep crimson wine rested between his fingers, catching flickers of moonlight.
His other arm draped casually against the recliner, revealing a muscular torso beneath the open robe's chest line.
Fresh-washed strands clung to his temples, tracing the angles of a jawline carved from calm authority.
Yet despite this luxurious setting, Arthur's thoughts were far from tranquil.
