The heavy double doors opened with a smooth sweep, and a rush of warm air from the grand foyer met them, carrying with it the scent of polished wood and the faintest trace of orchids from the arrangements flanking the entrance.
Lucas stepped through first, Trevor just half a step ahead, their joined pace effortless as they crossed the marble expanse toward the wide staircase descending into the receiving hall. The sound of distant conversation softened, a ripple of attention spreading through the gathered officials and courtiers as they appeared on the landing.
Trevor's expression was all composed regality, the dark violet of his sash catching the light with each measured step. Lucas beside him was the quiet counterpoint: gold‑threaded embroidery glinting under the chandeliers, the plum‑and‑merlot fabric shifting like shadowed wine with each movement. They descended in unison, the hush of expectation following them like a tide.
