The polite, stilted conversation with Lord Nusayel continued for a few more moments, a dance of formalities that masked the chasm of unspoken tragedy beneath.
Princess Aurelia offered a few grateful words about the journey, and the Lord inquired once more after her comfort, his gaze occasionally flicking to his daughter, who remained a silent, sorrowful shadow at his side.
Their exchange was soon interrupted as the announcer's voice boomed out again and again, heralding the arrival of the rest of the royal progeny one after another, with few pauses in between.
"Her Royal Highness, Princess Josephina, the First Princess!"
"His Royal Highness, Prince Norvus, the Second Prince!"
"Her Royal Highness, Princess Clara, the Third Princess!"
"His Royal Highness, Prince Neron, the Fourth Prince!"
When they made their entrance, there was always a parade of power and privilege.
Vance kept his vigil, his trained eyes scanning each royal sibling as they acknowledged the crowd.
