The ballroom was positively stewing with anticipation.
"Lugh"
Draque'sill repeated softly, his gaze taking on an unfathomable depth—quiet, steady, and inexplicably heavy, as if the room itself were leaning toward him.
The Queen approached Selaphiel the elf, her voice low but firm.
"May I know what's going on?"
"Well... it's kind of a long story"
Selaphiel replied, lips drawn into a taut smile beneath her veil.
Around them, the nobility spiraled into silent chaos. Every highborn mind raced with speculation. If the Von Heim family had a direct heir, an uncontested one, then the long-brewing power struggle they were hoping to exploit might never erupt.
For some, this was a disaster. For others, a newly opened door. Lugh wasn't just an unexpected piece on the board, he was a whole new set of rules.
While the wheels of political conflict churned in the adult world, the reaction among the youths and adolescents was entirely different.
"You have a brother?"
"What's he like?"
