The Empress descended the last step and approached Lucas with a grace so fluid it almost seemed unnatural, her veil catching the light in such a way that her presence became even more striking. Lucas, though curious and on guard, dipped his head in a respectful bow, his voice steady as he spoke.
"Your Majesty," he said simply, letting the silence linger afterward.
The hall was so quiet one could hear the faint sound of the braziers crackling, each flame dancing nervously as though it too felt the weight of her aura.
The Empress did not respond immediately. Instead, she walked around him, each movement gentle, her gown whispering across the polished marble floor. She circled slowly, her eyes studying every inch of him from head to toe. The nobles leaned forward slightly in their seats, whispering in restrained tones.
"What is she doing?" one muttered, his voice hushed but filled with excitement.
