𝒉𝖏𝙨 𝒑𝞂𝖏𝙨𝞂𝛈

𝐜𝒉𝝰𝒑𝙩𝒆𝗿 9

After their delightful visit to the royal kitchen, Tyrell and Izuku returned to Hisashi's study, where he had been awaiting their return. The study was a grand room adorned with bookshelves, intricately carved wooden furniture and various artefacts from different realms. Hisashi, dressed in formal attire, looked up from his desk as they entered, a warm smile gracing his features.

Hisashi's eyes lit up as he saw Izuku in the royal attire. "You look splendid, Izuku. You truly look the part," he praised.

Izuku blushed and nervously tugged at the rich fabric of his outfit. "Thank you, Father. I'm just trying to make a good impression."

Hisashi chuckled. "You'll do just fine, my son. I'm grateful to see you getting along so well with Tyrell. It's as if you've known each other for years."

Izuku nodded with a small smile. "Yes, Tyrell has been a great help so far and has treated me very well. I still have quite a bit to learn and get used to."

Hisashi rose from his desk and approached Izuku, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "That's perfectly normal, Izuku. You've been through quite a change. But I promise, everything will get easier as you get more accustomed to the palace and our ways."

Izuku appreciated the comfort and support he received from his father, which made the prospect of meeting his grandparents less intimidating. "Thank you, Father. I'm looking forward to meeting them, even if I'm a little nervous."

Hisashi's smile remained encouraging. "There's no need to be nervous. They're eager to meet their grandson. Just be yourself, and I'm sure they'll love you as much as I already do."

As Hisashi led Izuku, with Tyrell following closely, towards the grand throne room, Izuku couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. His heart raced within his chest, anxiety churning his stomach. Sensing his unease, Tyrell placed a reassuring hand on Izuku's shoulder, offering silent encouragement.

The royal guards, adorned in magnificent armour, bowed deeply as they allowed Hisashi, Izuku, and Tyrell to enter the room. The regal chamber was spacious, with towering columns, lush tapestries, and grand chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. At the far end of the room were the two thrones, and seated upon them were the King and Queen, engaged in a quiet conversation.

As the trio approached the thrones, Tyrell and Hisashi led the way, and Izuku followed suit, trying his best to mimic their graceful bows.

Izuku took in the sight of his grandparents as he straightened up. His grandfather, King Keiji, was a tall and imposing figure with striking red eyes and a topknot that spoke of a warrior's strength. On his right was Queen Ria, an elegant and regal presence with her golden eyes and long, flowing red hair. Her kind smile, while warm, also carried an air of authority. Both the king and queen wore their royal regalia and respective crowns, symbolising their esteemed positions. They sat confidently on their thrones, surveying the trio before them with a mixture of curiosity and expectation.

Hisashi approached the thrones, his expression a mix of joy and reverence. "Your Majesties, King Keiji and Queen Ria," he began, "I am honoured to present to you my biological son, Izuku."

Before Izuku could fully grasp the situation, he found himself in an embrace that almost took his breath away. King Keiji and Queen Ria had stepped down from their thrones and enveloped him in a tight hug, their genuine joy evident as they greeted him.

"Welcome to our realm, Izuku," Ria said with a smile, her golden eyes sparkling with kindness.

Keiji, though more stoic in appearance, spoke with genuine warmth in his deep voice. "We've eagerly awaited the day we would meet you, grandson."