(Opening Scene: Xander stands amidst the bewildered group, his imposing presence adding another layer of tension to the scene. He looks from his battle-ready aunt to his seemingly unharmed sister, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.)
Xander's piercing blue eyes settled on Astrid, his earlier bewilderment softening with brotherly concern. "Astrid," he asked, his voice gentler now. "What has happened? Elara looks ready to draw swords, Lysander seems… unwell, and who is your friend with the rather intimidating pet?" His gaze flickered towards Zane and Eclipse, a healthy respect evident in his tone.
Astrid sighed, a wave of weariness washing over her. The night had been long and emotionally draining, and the prospect of recounting everything yet again was daunting. However, Xander's arrival was a welcome, if unexpected, development. He was fiercely protective of her and possessed a level-headedness that might help diffuse the volatile situation.
"Xander," she began, her voice softer than it had been when addressing Lysander or her aunt. "It's… complicated." She glanced at Lady Elara and Prince Lysander, a silent acknowledgment of the conflicting narratives. "There was an incident in my chambers…"
She hesitated, unsure where to begin the lengthy explanation. The arrival of her brother, a powerful storm mage and a respected diplomat, had undoubtedly shifted the dynamics of the standoff. His presence might force her aunt and betrothed to present a more measured version of events.