Karon au Sylvanel closed the remaining distance at an unhurried pace.
Even before he spoke, attention gathered around him. Some glances were curious, others measured. He was known, if not as loudly as his older siblings, and the sight of a Sylvanel heir approaching a Morgain heir was enough to draw notice in a room already full of quiet assessments.
Up close, Karon was taller than Trafalgar by a noticeable margin. Broad-shouldered without excess, his presence carried the steady confidence of someone accustomed to command. There was no arrogance in it, only control. The kind that did not need to assert itself to be felt.
He extended his hand.
"Karon au Sylvanel," he said. His voice was even, unforced. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Trafalgar du Morgain. I've heard good things."
Trafalgar accepted the handshake.
