The vast throne room stood in eerie stillness, its golden pillars and polished marble floor gleaming under the sunlight streaming from high, arched windows. Rows of empty seats along the sides stood silent witnesses to the moment. The grand throne itself loomed ahead, resting atop a series of ascending steps, like the heart of the empire waiting to be claimed.
No courtiers. No guards.
Only a single figure stood in the emptiness—a man dressed immaculately in a black butler's uniform, his hair silver and neatly combed, a polished tray balanced effortlessly in his gloved hands.
Luca's brow furrowed slightly. Wait… the Imperial Family has a butler?
"Follow me," Celestia said, her voice echoing softly against the cavernous chamber.
