In the grand audience chamber, the morning light filtered through stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the intricately carved pillars and vaulted ceilings. Ren's request for a direct audience with the Queen had been granted, thanks to Princess Elaria's personal intervention. Without delay, the meeting was scheduled promptly.
As Ren entered, the eyes of the ministers turned toward him, their gazes sharp and unwelcoming. Suspicion, disdain, and a hint of hostility reflected the deep-seated wounds between humans and elves.
Undeterred, Ren walked steadily, his body still wrapped in conspicuous white bandages beneath borrowed formal attire. Behind him, a few attendants who had tended to his injuries bowed respectfully, surprised to see him standing tall just three days after his near-fatal wounds.
He paused in the center of the silent hall, realizing he had yet to introduce himself formally. His old name, Ren, felt too ordinary... too human.
