The palace of Drakonia was alive with music, voices, and the rich scent of burning sandalwood as guests from every realm took their seats in the great ceremonial hall.
The banners of each visiting kingdom hung from the carved dragon pillars, and the air shimmered faintly with enchantments to keep the hall warm despite the early winter chill.
Beyond the tall gates, the princes waited in their separate chambers, each attended by their own aides, ready to be called into the ceremony.
In one of the rooms, Prince Adam sat by the wide window, staring out at the courtyard where nobles gathered.
His thoughts were not on the celebration, he just wanted it to be over with.
Then the heavy wooden door creaked open, and his aide Ceryes stepped inside, bowing.
"My lord,"
"How is it going?" Adam asked without turning his head. "Have you found the one who poisoned the queen?"
