The sun was still climbing over the eastern horizon when Dominion Sanctum stirred to life.
Its golden rays spilled across the sprawling estate, casting a warm glow on the palatial roofs, towering spires, and lush gardens.
The sea winds brushed against the cliffs, carrying a crispness that only morning could bring.
Birds sang sweetly in clear notes, flitting from tree to tree, while butterflies danced lazily over fresh blossoms, their wings shimmering like stained glass in the sunlight.
In the heart of one of the smaller gardens, tucked beside a gentle stream, Arthur sat alone.
Clad in a black royal robe with silver lining, casual yet regal,he exuded an effortless authority.
His feet rested comfortably in slippers as he crossed one leg over the other, his posture relaxed but commanding.
On a small table beside him lay a plate of pastries wafting with the faint aroma of honey and butter.
