Marcellus pushed the double doors open, stepping through with Lograc at his side. The two were engrossed in a lighthearted conversation, the relaxed rhythm of their talk reflected in the lazy, rhythmic sway of Lograc's tail.
Cedric followed behind with Kevira beside him, their shared laughter echoing softly down the corridor. Aelius walked with Heres and Kezzoth, deep in conversation about the upcoming merchant summit and its economic implications.
Then Heres startled, feeling a hand wrap around his arm. He glanced to the side and saw Kliatana smiling up at him.
"A... ah... Kliatana..."
"Dear~"
Kliatana pressed her cheek against his arm, her smile warm and content. Heres rubbed the back of his neck, a faint flush creeping up his face, before he gestured toward her.
"I believe you've all met her before, at our wedding. Though allow me the formality. May I present Her Highness, Princess Kliatana de Armand, my wife, and the interim Ruler of Arjam."
