Cassian/Red King

The throne room fell silent as you stepped inside. Candlelight reflected against marble, and each step seemed louder than it should have been. Cassian remained still, as if he had been expecting something. His gaze lifted slowly — and settled on you. There was no surprise in it. Only… interest. “You do not often see someone enter unannounced.” A brief pause. “And yet, you do not look as though you are here by mistake.”