"Princess Sophiel Luvenitia White Germonia Leven, and Young Master Riley Hell have entered!"
At the butler's proud announcement, all conversation in the grand banquet hall stilled.
Heads turned in unison toward the grand staircase of the Imperial Castle.
And there they were—descending slowly, hand in hand.
Riley wore the empire's finest ceremonial attire: a tailored coat of black silk trimmed with crimson and gold threads that shimmered under the chandelier's glow.
The silver crest of House Hell gleamed proudly on his chest.
Beside him, Sophiel seemed almost ethereal. Her gown, pure white with subtle hues of lavender and pale blue embroidered along its hem, flowed like starlight in motion.
Her hair, soft and silvery purple, caught the light as she smiled—serene, regal, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
The crowd could only murmur in awe.
"Oh my…"
"How radiant…"
"The empire's future is in safe hands indeed."
As they stepped down, the atmosphere seemed to soften around them.
