"Move the table one to the right, align it with the centre line, and add a few more fresh flowers and chilled drinks."
Rosavere's voice carried a crisp, controlled authority as servants adjusted the arrangement under her strict supervision, their hands quick yet careful as polished wood scraped softly against marble.
She refused to allow even the slightest imperfection to tarnish the impression before the Rulers.
After all, this marked the first time in Rosavere history that five rulers would gather in one place for an auction, not through emissaries or... veiled proxies, but in person, under a single roof.
And the mastermind of such an unprecedented convergence was Amara Rosavere… a woman whose calculated decisions had carved her name into the world with quiet, undeniable force.
