*Alexandria Empire, Imperial Palace*
The silence that reigned in the throne room was heavy. Emperor Leonard Dantalion stood in front of the high windows, his hands joined behind his back. His face, marked by a deep weariness, reflected no majesty. He stared at the gardens below, where the patrols of guards had multiplied since the arrest of his second son.
Suddenly, the heavy door opened. Prince Julius Dantalion entered. His Paladin armor, of immaculate white, seemed to radiate pure light, but his expression was that of a broken man. He stopped several meters from his father and bowed.
" Father… we can no longer wait. The Pendragon family is massing its troops at the borders of the imperial domain… " began Julius.
