Soon, rulers of empires arrived at the Rosavere Pvt. Company, where they were received with a grand, meticulously orchestrated welcome one by one.
At the forefront, Julian himself stood at the entrance, flanked by servants in vibrant ceremonial attire. Their garments shimmered with embroidered patterns, and trays of fragrant petals and sparkling wine rested in their hands.
With composed authority and a measured smile, he stepped forward to receive the first guest.
"Welcome, Emperor Kaelen Darkfang. Rosavere extends its highest honour to your presence today."
BOB!
BOB!
Clap!~Clap!
Balloons burst overhead, scattering fine glitter that caught the light like falling stardust, while servants applauded in unison, their smiles wide and perfectly trained.
The onyx-haired man, strikingly handsome in layered royal garments threaded with obsidian accents, gave a slight nod that carried both acknowledgement and quiet dominance.
