In his few months in this world,ancet had met powerful people before. The Academy Administration, the Council Members, and even the Sovereignd.
Yet the pressure filling the room as King Odesto Iceheart descended the staircase was enough to remind him that there was a considerable difference between knowing someone was powerful and standing in their presence.
The king had not threatened them. He had not raised his voice or made any attempt to intimidate his guests. He was merely there, approaching at an unhurried pace, with the sort of composure that suggested he had never needed to hurry for anyone in his life.
Nevertheless, the air seemed heavier with every step he took, and even the princesses — his own daughters — had become quieter.
Lancet straightened his back and let his hands fall naturally at his sides. He forced himself to breathe at an ordinary pace, refusing to give the Sovereign even the smallest indication that the pressure was getting to him.
